Your "Love"

It's disgusting,
That thing you have,
That thing you call "love."
Your "love" is just infatuation
(I hope),
And it will pass with time
(I hope),
Leaving you standing alone,
Wondering why you ignored me.
You don't listen to me,
You don't even see me,
Because you're so caught up in your "love."
Don't tell me you love me--
I don't want your "love" any more.
Don't tell me you love me
And then turn around and say the same to him.
Don't tell me you love me
When you always choose everyone else
Over me.
Don't tell me you love me--
I don't want any of your "love."
If you really loved me,
You'd either let me go
Or hold me close,
But I am instead caught in between,
Pushed away by your "love,"
But you refuse to let me go.
So the ties get tighter and tighter,
Pulling on my throat as you try
To keep me close
While your "love" forces me away.
Your "love" is disgusting,
The way it changes both of you,
And it disgusts me that I am still jealous
Of your "love."