You Don't Love Me
you tell me you would never lie to me—
but you do, every night
when you say "I love you"
because you don't love me. You don't love my little quirks like how I snort when I laugh, or when I'm sad my left eye always tears up first or when I sing loudly in the car to songs that you don't like. You don't love how I prefer coffee over tea, or books over movies.