Why did I convince myself that you love me the same way I love you?
Back at square one, I kneel on the floor and curl up into a ball of tears.
Why did you tell me you love me, you want to be with me, you want me?
Why did you reject me, why did you hurt me and encourage my fears?

How are you going to tell me you don’t know if I’ll still be into you in a month when I waited nine months for your phone call?
How is it I allowed you to come back into my life and replace all my progress with illogical fantasies that will never, ever occur?
How is it I still blame myself for your confusion, that I will still give you all of my love? ALL of it.

For all the tears I've shed because of you,
For all the nights my thoughts were spiraling because of you,
For all the months I've wasted on you,
For everything, after everything, for you.