Dark Parts

It still surprises me!
He broke me down with the words he spoke.
Each word tormenting me
but there was no stop.
Even when the lips ceased movement
my brain pushed forward.
I believe I processed each letter
over and over.
Still no sence was made.

I believed in love
in lust
in everything beautiful.
He was beautiful
even the dark parts.
Nothing had ever broken my gaze
when my love was beside me.
That is until he spoke.

How does love remove itself?
What right does it have to cause such agony?
To make you wonder why life is allowed
and wether you want it allowed.
He lost his love for me
but I beg for it to be found.

And it still torments me!
It is amazing how simple words can mean more
More than life.
I want to understand his motive.
Well, love's motive.
How can this all be?
Why doesn't he still love me?