I remember the first day
you told me you loved me.
I remember the sadness I felt
when I didn't feel the same.
I remember what it felt like
to run away from you,
after all you'd done for me.
I hate myself for it.
I remember the look in your eye
when you wondered why.
You looked like you could cry,
and now I could die.
I broke your heart.
Is it able to be repaired?
Is there anything I can do?
I cannot love you.
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