What your "love" has done.

You tore apart my peace of mind,

And I sacrificed it to enshrine,

You in a shelter from the damage you inflicted,

And you dare to call this “love”?

You begged of me to sing for you,

My pretty words my lovely tune,

Then hated me for singing too,

And you dare to call this “love”?

You loved when I’d show up for you,

Except when you didn’t Want me to,

And then cast me out, rebuked.

And you dare to call this “love”?

You throw me away,

You bring me back,

You say you’ll stay,

Then you backtrack,

You want me when you need me,

When I need you I best not ask,

And you dare to call this “love”?

How dare you call this “love”.

You care not for my “love”.

You break my soul with “love".

You destroy my will to live with “love".

But you dare to call this “love".