I never loved you.

Not from the moment we met that terrible July.

I pretended. I did not worship the ground you walked on.

I never trusted you. I knew the innocent sweet thing was an act.

I made do with your word. But I did not believe what you swore was truth.

It was a sort of truth, yes, but I knew better.

You were not my true love. You were a stepping stone to what I hoped would be someone better.

You were means to an end because I was not brave enough or confident enough.

I never wanted you. I never liked coming home to you and I dreaded your own return.

Every kiss, every embrace, every fight.....a waste of time.

Can you hear me when I say that I don't miss you?

It's because you were never anything to me. But a distraction. An aberration from a normally smooth and beautiful life.

I never loved you.

I never hoped for you

I never wanted you.

I did not love you. I did not. Never.