Wounds

Loving one who doesn't

The hurt is

the same

Why do I 

subject myself to this

Hoping you might have

changed your mind

about me

Maybe something changed

and you saw me

how I saw you

And after a few months

You once again

crush my dreams

so sweetly

discreetly

nicely

like reprimanding

a well-meaning child

or correcting a fact on the board

courteous

kind,

professional

sweet

that it stings more than 

outright hate

because it reminds me

of how

I fell in love

with your heart

and how

despite my attempts

I never

fully

stopped