My love for you is so many things. My love for you seems to only grow even though it should be going away. My love for you is probably the most toxic thing I’ve ever let live inside me for so long. See, I can’t seem to let you go. It’s been almost 5 years maybe even 6 and all I’ve done is give you whatever pieces of me that remain. I would think that by now you had so many pieces of me that I’d be put back together by you. Instead you just left these pieces of me scattered all over the city. I can’t even look at myself in the mirror anymore because is that even really me at this point? I’ve been waiting for you reply since Monday morning it’s already going to be Saturday. But I’m still waiting.. I wish I could say I’m done but I’m not. My heart pleads, day after day wondering if you’re ever going to come back. Because just the other you swore you still loved me, just the other day you made it seem like you couldn’t wait to have me by your side. Just the other day you made me feel like I was your person again. I’m not and you don’t love me, but that doesn’t stop my love from being true. That doesn’t stop my heart from aching for you. How do I justify all the things you’ve put me through? You called me your wife the minute you were in jail but the second you were out you started calling her again. Whoever “her” was at the time. You’ve gone from girl to girl since before we were even officially broken up. I still decided to stay, I decided to believe you when you said you loved me and that you wouldn’t do it again. Then came the fighting, the shouting, the abuse I refuse to acknowledge. Yet I stay and I wait. I wait for you to come even if it’s only for a couple of hours or a few minutes, just so you can go without giving me a second glance. My love for you might never go away but I’m learning that maybe you shouldn’t have any of it.
