You told me you loved me on our third date
and I should have run back home in the pouring rain
but you had a car
and your words were much warmer than the outside air.
The second time we slept together
my first “I love you” somehow slipped out
like the blood from the scratches on your back.
I got hooked to the sex,
You got hooked to the “I love yous.”
I think the worst part about this all is that I do love you
I just didn’t know what to do other than break your heart.
I guess I had shattered myself so many times,
it felt nice to tear someone else apart.