A Free Verse Poem

"I love you"

You say.

Coming from you its

Bittersweet.

I always return the gesture 

Of course.

I do, after all.

But how can I forget?

The pain-

The sadness-

The depravity-

You gave me its

Entirety.

Before it was I who

Delivered the words.

The gift-

The poison.

The 

'I love you.'

You didn't return the gesture

Of course.

You did not,

After all.

You remembered a

Different call.

One bearing a 

Different name. 

One living in a 

Different world.

Away from myself 

At the cost of 

Myself. 

But now its me and you

You and I. 

So I do.

So I do love you

In the end.

So I swallow my 

Regret.

And I look past my

Fear.

And I embrace the malice of 

Affection.

Just to say

"I love you, too."