"I'm sorry"
he says
"I can't stop thinking of you"
he says
believing him is a form of self-destruction
he puts his hands on your body
but you don't feel loved
you don't feel anything
he doesn't touch you afterwards
he doesn't kiss you
he doesn't care
if you stay or go
you go
you get in your car and
you cry into your hands
you know this isn’t love,
but then what is?