Loving you

Loving you was warm like a blanket, yet hot like the combustion reaction zone. Loving you was a type of drowning I couldn't escape. Even if I tried... and I tried so hard to. Loving you is painful, and aching. A bruise on my heart, that aches just from the mere mention of you. Loving you is gonna be the end of me. It's going to ruin me. Loving you is me letting it ruin me. Loving you is unreciprocated, and misleading. Loving you hurts, and breaks me down until I am nothing but words and moths. Loving you is not easy. And because of that, I look forward to not loving you anymore.