Your love was meaningless.

You used to get angry because I hated myself

and I hated the people who hated me.

You used to yell at me for disengaging;

for leaving my body to be somewhere else.

I thought I loved you-

I thought I was in love with you.

But now that I think about it

you were constantly trying to sell your love to me

as if it was a campaign proposition;

as if you were a politician.

I never believed you

and you abused my disbelief.