You say you love me, but I know its lies.
You say that and yet you laugh when I cry.
To hear one of most deep secrets and throw it in my face.
A person that loves me wouldn't say I'm a disgrace.
Love is unconditional and strong and true.
Love isn't turning your back on someone who needs you.
Love is kind, tender, and warm.
Not leaving a person feeling broken and worn.
Love is peaceful, an anchor, a light.
It isn't dark, and doesn't make your day a cold night.
I know all these things and now I know when you said "I love you" to me.
It has been and always will be to you, conditionally.