Never say you love me again. You may have once loved me, but you no longer do. You may love my strength or the power you have over me. You may love my witty comebacks or distant/mysterious nature. You love my looks or body, but you do not love me. You just say the words and pretend for a night or weeks or months and then you disappear, leaving without a goodbye or explanation. Ever time you come back, because you love me for my connivence and my love that makes me stay. Well, that’s over now. I no longer feel the need to talk you out of your miserable choices or help when you are sad. I no longer feel the need to be here and pretend to believe your lies. I guess I no longer love you, but feelings still remain. Those could be anger or pain, sadness or abandonment, love or caring, but yours were always purely lust. That’s all I was and I hope you understand that I no longer need you or your lies. I do not need your validation or support. I do not need your false love and lies. I need distance and for you to stay out of my life.