Feelings Fluctuate
You say that you love me:
yet it's difficult to tell
whether or not you're being genuine,
or merely toying with my heart.
You're apt at bending the truth
until it fits your lies like a glove,
and the two become indistinguishable.
My heart is in purgatory; a soulful place
somewhere between heaven and hell.
I feel I'm in a revolving door,
that's going nowhere:
I've been trapped there before.
Conflicted by hope and doubt,
I don't know what to do.
I want to believe every word you say:
but I've heard them all before.
One moment, I'm in ecstasy,
savoring the sweetness of your kiss;
and the next, all I taste
are the bitter dregs of rejection.
How much more can my heart endure?
My feelings fluctuate,
between love, anger, and hurt:
leaving me in such pain that I cry.
How can I ever be sure
that what you offer is love;
and not an illusion, created by trust?
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