Confused

 How do you let go of a love so long fed? How do you walk away while I'm lying here in my tears damn near dead from the pain, because our combined happiness was never as important to you as financial gain?

 Do you not see the love in my eyes, hear how my voice caresses your name, the sigh of happiness that escapes when I touch you?

 Is the warmth of my thighs the only time you convince  yourself it's OK to be soothed. 

The squeeze of my flower the only way my desire for you rings true?

 I've tried every way I know how to show you poetry full of loving words, acts  that goes against my moral standards, standing to the side trying not to push when I see you making decisions that are never justified in the long run.

 I refuse to think this was all about fun, but I can't help but wonder.

 If it really is sex and friendship and the love you claim to feel is just an echo of love past and maybe forgotten. I strive to meet the standard you keep raising. I hope that one day you will look up and see I'm enough. Realizing that will never happen logically pointing out how flawed that desire is doesn't change what is real to me. 

When you hate me I feel it just as when you love me or are confused by me. 

I see it in your eyes and have felt it in your touch. 

 Why do you keep hurting me?

 Why can't you let me go if you don't want me?