you keep saying you love me
and then you trace me back to your
ex.
you said that when she left
you were broken and when
i came you were fixed.
you keep telling me about how
different we are and
how much you missed her and
the way she used to treat you;
yet you still say you love me.
so the question is:
do you love me
or do you love the thought
of me being her?