I should’ve realized that I never loved you,

When your lips touched mine
and my butterflies were long dead.

When your best friend made me laugh and feel better around him
and made me feel more for him than you ever could

When I no longer felt the rush of static on my skin when your hands slithered across me

When I longed for the returned stare of a stranger at the store.

When I no longer felt the excitement of seeing you

But I liked the feeling that I was wanted,

And so I held on, because you told me it was love

And what do I know about love?