Reaching the Door

How do I love you? With all my heart. I live with your put down, and your anger. Knowing the door is open, to leave, I try, but by the time I reach it, it closes again. Listening to your promises, I believe, but then you forget you even made them. How do you hurt me? With your words, your words cut me, just like a knife. One day the door will open again, but the next time I will walk through. Will you be sad, maybe, maybe not. It's hard to tell, because your feelings, you hide them well. I will always miss you though, in some way, because I did love you, and probably always will.