Meditation #2

So it appears that love does not actually conquer all. Because I'm the only one thats broken down; but I thought you were too. And naturally, nothing was ever alright, but if you were too, then we could pretend like it was and not know the difference. But I guess you aren't, because if you were, you wouldn't be able to stand this, because I can't stand this. I can't stand this, and you have caused it. And so now I'm not as convinced that it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. Because you are loved, and you are lost, and I can't stand this, while you have caused it. But my heart won't make the connection. How is it that you are loved and lost? How has it come to be that you have caused what I cannot stand? I thought love meant that you were supposed to consider me before you considered you. I thought love meant we were on the same page. I thought love meant you couldn't live without me. I'm not living without you. But maybe none of this is going how love meant, because love never meant anything. At least not yours. Mine will always mean everything. And that, I cannot stand.