I loved you against reason, against promise, against hope, against happiness, against discouragement that could be, and what did you do? You threw my love in the trash.

You treated it like a piece of garbage you could just throw away. Get rid of and move on, but I will never move on.

I gave too much love to just forget about you. Move on like you say you have,but I don't see how I can.

I grab my heart as if it's going to fall out of my chest and land in a pool on the floor alongside my tears, because it feels that way sometimes. Like it wants to leave my foolish self behind. All the pain and tears you left me with. The only memories I have of you.

'If I could only hold myself together. It will get better', I tell myself, but I do not believe it. It is the only thing I can do to keep myself together, to lie to myself. Tell myself things to let myself know, ‘someone is here for you’, because if I don't, no one will.

‘I hate you’ I want to say it to your face, but I don't hate you. I love you, and that is the problem. Too much love to someone who doesn't return my love turns to hate.

'Love is a joke', I scoff through the tears, but something deep down, some small part of me knows that is not true.

Love is a joke when you give it to the wrong people, but when you give it to the right one, it's so special. It will heal all the broken cracks from all the times the fake love dropped it. It will hold it, and never let go, but until then, I have to survive without you. One day at a time.