Tonight

You called me by my name when I forgot I still had one.
I don't know what to feel of these new facts,
if they are in fact, facts.
Maybe if you broke my heart one more time I would hate you more, but I must admit I still fucking adore you.
Even if you will adore many more than me.

Maybe if you called me other names, mean ones, I would move on
and maybe if he actually showed up then I'd be over you.

Love is such a bittersweet word.
It can be used for me,
or, most likely, for her