But you say you love me.

understand how someone who "loves" you,
could hurt you,
repeatedly.
How they don't seem to flinch,
not even slightly as pent up emotions,
emerge,
in liquid form,
abruptly pushing past the barrier.
Descending through eyes
Faithful eyes that search for any kind of,
remorse....
No,
There is not a single drop,
dampening their,
beautifully solemn face
"How do they hold such,
composure?"
We ask our self,
making our self
nothing more than,
Fools who have
Foolishly placed
so much false hope
in what the end
ultimately never deserved
so much of us to begin with.