End of Love

I love.

I love you.

You reject love.

You reject me.

I reject you rejecting me.

I still love you.

I love an idea of you.

I love a stupid idea of you.

I love a you that loves me.

That is not you.

You don’t love.

You play.

You played me.

I am not a saxophone.

You don’t love.

You don’t love me.

You don’t love me.

Ouch.

I love…

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