“I’m in love.”

I don’t like to admit it but it’s the closest I’ll get to closure,

I’m in love.

I’m in love with their everything, I don’t think there is anything they could do to change that, except…

Love someone else.

I’m no longer in love, yet you’ve found me in hiding

And now you come to me saying

“I’m in love with someone.”

Why must you do that to me? Because

“That someone, isn’t me.”