Never Too Much
I loved you too much to tell you you’d hurt me again. And when you told me you’d found your soul in me, I loved you too much to speak of my loss.
You loved me too much to ever leave me, opting for the occasional sabbatical was far more humane.
I loved you too much to ever admit you told me lies, even when I wiped your freshly bloodied lip clean from the sharp cuts of deceit masked as words which swerved at angles from your lips.
You loved me too much to ever let me roam free with another - although if there was a woman going spare, having the three of us coexist was never a tall ask.
I loved you too much to ever move on. Even after the umpteenth break up, I’m the one who felt like the cheat.
You loved me too much to ever dispel my anxiety, you loved me too much to ever let me forget you, you loved me too much to ever play fair.
I loved you too much to not let you be my first, I loved you too much to mind how often you lost your way home, I loved you too much to admit that every drop of tear borne of intense laughter was far too often chased by soul destruction.
You loved me too much to ever be around to fix what you broke, you loved me too much to see me breakdown in public at the reopening of wounds that struggled to heal. You loved me too much to keep my sanity in the same box you placed the power I wistfully gave you over me.
You loved me too much to be there when I needed you. You loved me too much to not be there when I needed you. And when I asked what do you do when the only person who can make you smile is the one who makes you cry, you loved me too much to hang around long enough to give me an answer.
And now, you are back. This time telling how you love me too much to ever let me leave. I hear myself tell you I love you too much to ever take you back again. In truth, I think I love me too much to ever let me be crushed by the destructiveness of our love.
You loved me too much to ever leave me, opting for the occasional sabbatical was far more humane.
I loved you too much to ever admit you told me lies, even when I wiped your freshly bloodied lip clean from the sharp cuts of deceit masked as words which swerved at angles from your lips.
You loved me too much to ever let me roam free with another - although if there was a woman going spare, having the three of us coexist was never a tall ask.
I loved you too much to ever move on. Even after the umpteenth break up, I’m the one who felt like the cheat.
You loved me too much to ever dispel my anxiety, you loved me too much to ever let me forget you, you loved me too much to ever play fair.
I loved you too much to not let you be my first, I loved you too much to mind how often you lost your way home, I loved you too much to admit that every drop of tear borne of intense laughter was far too often chased by soul destruction.
You loved me too much to ever be around to fix what you broke, you loved me too much to see me breakdown in public at the reopening of wounds that struggled to heal. You loved me too much to keep my sanity in the same box you placed the power I wistfully gave you over me.
You loved me too much to be there when I needed you. You loved me too much to not be there when I needed you. And when I asked what do you do when the only person who can make you smile is the one who makes you cry, you loved me too much to hang around long enough to give me an answer.
And now, you are back. This time telling how you love me too much to ever let me leave. I hear myself tell you I love you too much to ever take you back again. In truth, I think I love me too much to ever let me be crushed by the destructiveness of our love.
