Giving up, letting down

You threw me off my game,

Coming in here round and pert and rolling in your affection,

So I didn't have to wonder if you meant it.

Only if I did.

And how much I did.

Or how much loving you

Was an idea.

How much loving you was about loving me,

And if loving me was worth it if I was not the kind of person

Who would love you

Unconditionally

And mean it.

To mean it on the good days was never enough.

You meant it every day there was.

And I meant it enough that breaking your heart

Broke mine.