can someone explain to me
how it is that you can say I am
not real
not really
that I still feel the stings of hurt when she leaves me
or the knife twisting in further as he betrays me

can someone explain to me
how it is that you can think I am
so broken
for breaking it off
when I just need time to think to myself
without this constant caterwalling of i love you

i love you
i love
i
i
i

can someone explain to me
how all that is left is i
resounding
astounding
in the love that's grown empty and
puffed up with promises of You