You DIDN'T LOVE HER

A confession untold, emotions unrevealed. You say you didn't love her, but what is the cost? For love is not measured by what you have lost. Perhaps it was fear that held you in its grasp, The fear of being alone, a daunting clasp. Or maybe she served as a mirror to your pride, Boosting your ego, a comforting ride. But love is not selfish, it's not about your gain, It's about nurturing, growing, and sharing the pain. You claim she made you feel better in your strife, Yet love is not defined by a bettering of life. For love is a bond that builds and creates, It doesn't leave destruction in its wake, but instead, it elevates. You can't claim to love her while causing her harm, Love is gentle, love is safe, love is a healing balm. So reflect on your actions, the choices you've made, And ask yourself if love was truly displayed. For love is not a game, it's not a mere ploy, It's a selfless surrender, an unbreakable joy.