I don't love you
only the idea of you.

The idea of you
showing me off
to your friends.

The notion that
someone would tell me
"I love you"
and mean it.

But I don't love you,
that's the problem.
I only want to be
the ******* your arm
walking up the street.

Don't say it doesn't matter
if I don't care about you.
I know you'll hurt
and you won't show it.
The matter is
I just don't love you.