You made me love you without a choice.

My toes- they crinkled at the sound of your voice.

You dusted your fingertips over my mind; you taught it new words, new feelings blinked their eyes.

And then you made me hate you

by taking all that away.

I would spend days waiting for you, out in the rain.

You taught me that when I ask for love, I’ll never receive it.

And when you tell me you’ll change-

I’m always dumb enough

to believe it.