For three years, I have loved you effortlessly
With every bone and every nerve in my body.
You may have been scruffy and broke, but you were mine, and we were in love.
You kissed me hello, you kissed me goodbye, you squeezed me every time I was near and held me when I was hurt.
But over time, you saw how in love I was,
and you saw that I would do anything for you, and you took that.
You stopped loving and started taking.
Your love became a falsely reassuring "nothing has changed"
I became your last priority
and then you cheated, and you lied and yet I was still loving you, still letting you hurt me. I wanted to believe you loved me, I wanted to believe it was a rough patch...because we were forever.
And to this day, you still reassure me that one day I'll be yours again, and so I still fought for you. I told people I knew you and this was just a phase in your life. I told people one day you'd be back, one day we'd find love again. But after everything I did for you, you only continued to lie and cheat. So maybe I did know you, maybe we did have a powerful love, one that maybe could have lasted forever... but I don't know you anymore, and I don't want to, and this is my last goodbye.