I thought

I thought.
I thought.
I thought that this was love.
But my only conception of love,
In my entire life has been broken.
Broken promises.
Broken people.
Broken.
And I wanted to believe
That you made me better.
That you loved me,
But now that I think about it...
This isn't true love.
Manipulation?
Guilt trips?
No.
This isn't love.
No matter how I want it to be.
This isn't love.
This is broken.
And it's breaking me.
I thought
I thought
I thought that this was love.