How abstract this love feels.
No matter how many times it's heard
"I love you"
You've broken those words so many times
it's no longer powerful or emotional.
It sounds like, "I got biscuits"
There's always been distrust
But not to this extent.
It's not that I can't forgive you.
It's that I'll never trust you.
I can't be in a love that
makes me watch my back.
So I'll walk away.
I need to be where I believe
those words when I hear them.
Just believe,no analysis,Just trust.
Trust in those words.
Your love feels mathematical.
I was never good at mathematics.
So this is goodbye.
Abstract love
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