i love you

i’ve been told this many times. lies. how can you love me? we’ve only talked for a week the only thing you see is a spark but you mistook it for a flame you never asked about me just thought it was a game you never stayed long enough though to know the difference you memorized my laugh but not what makes me cry you’ve touched my hands but never tried to hold my past so tell me— how can love grow, where trust never took root?