A Fool's Reflection

I've become a slave to the thought of needing him. I layed down and rested in a dwindling flame half a decade too long.    
   
I rebelled in anger against the truth when I saw it, he had a spark for me but I was still on fire for him.  
   
 I hid inside myself where no one could see my tears, masking with a smile as I agonized over the hurt that dug deep into me puncturing new wounds and ripping through previous scars carved by his deceit.  
   
Yet, still I find myself able to mouth "I love you."