How many times did you call me your true love, your soul mate, your one and only?
I used to believe two of those were true,
But one was never enough for you.
So many times I walked away,
Just to come back for promises of change,
Because I thought that your love meant more than anything.
I hoped that the ring on my finger would set me apart from the rest,
I thought our long history was proof that our future was set.
Your actions screamed that your heart was true,
But there were many contradicting screams I turned a blind eye to.
It took much too long for me to finally leave,
Even then you still made me believe,
That you would never love someone as much as you love me,
But years and wisdom has made me less naive.
So am I supposed to say that you loved me in your own way?
No, the only thing that made me special was how many times I chose to stay.