I called it love when you didn’t call. There must have been a reason I couldn’t get through at all.
I called it love when you convinced me why my feelings were wrong. I believed I was being silly all along.
I called it love when I forgave you each and every time…I didn’t want to give up on love when I was sure you were mine.
I believed love was battling through storms and coming out on the other side. That love was always going to bend your spine. I believed love was letting you batter me until I could fix you. I thought love was a blustering storm you held hands through.
I don’t believe in love like that, now. I don’t believe that he couldn’t call. I don’t believe you’re supposed to always fight and rage; that someone has to fall.
I don’t believe that love has to be an unkind war that I have to be passive for.
I don’t believe in love where I always have to defend who I am and who I’m not. It’s not love when he takes everything I have got.
I don’t generate like a battery that doesn’t need to be charged again. You depleted me and never plugged me in. You took and you leeched and I let you get the best of me…because I used to think that was love.
I know better now. It’s not that love isn’t enough, it’s that you don’t love anyone at all. You’ll never know how.