Falling Out

I remember the day I stopped loving you--you glanced lovingly in my direction and for the very first time I was disgusted by your beauty. I felt bad for you...the way one would feel when looking at a tiger in a small cage. I knew that there was no hope for you--that you were doomed to spend the rest of your life feeling sorry for yourself. I never thought I'd meet someone who could play "the victim" better than me. Despite what you have put me through, I always seem to be the one apologizing. I became selfless when I was with you...I've never been so willing to lose myself in someone before. I never asked you to get lost too...but if you had, even just a little bit, I would have loved you forever.