I knew he didn’t love me

As much as I loved him

The little voice in my head

Told me the bitter truth

That was not sweet to swallow

I suppressed it, living in the past

Hoping he would be what

He used to be when the

Situationship was new

I craved his attention

Which always threw me into a deep dark hole

I needed love, but the guy was a manipulator

He showed love for a day to get what he needed

From me, then disappeared for days

It killed me deeply when he left

Yet I loved how it felt when he needed me.

I’m still hoping I’ll heal

And be able to love again

While believing people

When they show me who they are

And not be holding images of them

In my head, that does not exist