all this I did, and more

when you told me to get lost
I don’t think you meant
in your grey-ichor eyes

when you told me to leave
I don’t think you meant
them so I could be with you

when you told me you’d had enough
I don’t think you meant
of longing for me in my absence

when you told me you hated me
I don’t think you meant
only when I was cruel or unkind

when you told me to go away
I don’t think you meant
for my heart to grow fonder by every aching wretch of a second

when I told you I loved you
I don’t think I knew the fine line
between love and obsession

I don’t think I know now
but when you told me you missed me
I don’t think you meant
the steel cage that now stands where a fragile girl once fell

image: My Sky Is by helena888

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