Don’t Tell Me That You Love Me

Don’t tell me that you love me, those words just can’t be true. Don’t tell me I’m the only one when I’ve witnessed the things you do.
  Tell me that Im ugly, or tell me that you hate me. Tell me that you never cared and tell your friends I’m crazy.
   Tell me I’m your worst mistake and that you wish that I’d just leave; these are things I’ve heard before, these are things that I’d believe.
   Tell me that I’m worthless, and that you regret the day we met; tell me how you can do much better you just haven’t found her yet.
   Tell me one more time how you can’t stand a single thing about me; lord knows I’ve heard it all before, so much these words could drown me.
   Yeah these seem to be your absolute favorite things to say, like you get a sense of satisfaction by causing me so much pain.
   So don’t tell me that you love me, or that you miss me when I’m gone. Don’t text my phone to check on me; no, please don’t lead me on.
   I’ll never be enough for you, this is now so clear to see. So when I take my things and leave this time, please just let me be.
   I know I’ll soon start missing you and I’ll probably text your phone, but if you ever truly cared for me, please don’t invite me home.
   The love we have is toxic, you know as well as I; and there’s nothing that could save us but a short and sweet goodbye.