It's not love

Roses will just wither
Chocolates will be gone after eaten
Love letters are dry
That's what you said

It's too cheesy
It's shameful
It's not like you to this
That's what you said

"I'm sorry I did that"
"I'm sorry I didn't know"
"Why didn't you tell me"
Do I have to say it all?

I put the blame on you
You accepted your mistake
But what happens after it?
Why repeat it?

Does hurting me boost your ego?
Does knowing I'm badly into makes you more confident?
Does me being in love with you gave you the right to make me feel this way?
Can't you see I'm dying.