never.

You loved me 

Too much that we couldn't handle it

So much that it kept me up

That it made me cry myself to sleep

I loved you

Too much that I didn't want to anymore

So much that anything you said was a harmony of pain

That I needed a theripist

You messed me uo so bad that

In that summer of that year 

I gave up.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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