“I love you…”

You don’t really mean it.

You say it and I reply because it’s something we’re used to- civil.

If I asked you why, you’d have not one reason.

Or a facile one I am sure.

Like: I just do;

We have history.

You’ll end with another rehearsed

“I love you.”


You truly don’t love anything.

This is not an insecurity

It just hasn’t sounded the same after you told me you hated me.