I used to know you loved me, whether or not you said it.
Now even when you do, I question the honesty behind it.
I used to believe that you would never do anything to hurt me.
Now that you have, I believe that you are going to do it again.
I used to think you cared about me, us, and our future.
Now it appears that you care about nothing and no one.
I used to see pain in your eyes when thinking you might lose me.
Now I see nothing, as if you know you can find someone better.
I used to be happy and madly, deeply in love.
Now I have no idea if true love even exists.
I used to think I could not live without you.
Now I wonder if we are better off apart.
I used to feel complete.
Now I feel broken.