Imposter of love

Imposter of love

Was it love? No I think infatuation.
Adoration blinding me, lost all concentration.
Physical attraction, lust, material things, sums up my frustration.
Always thought of true love being my motivation.
Now in hurt, pain, and anger, I find inspiration.
Id thought I found love, but then found heartache in my situation
As soon as rough waters came, He jumped ship.
No goodbye, No hesitation.
No lame excuses, no explanations.
I felt I needed him. It took over me like an infestation.
First like a wonderful disease, then a sickness,
Something that I couldn't cure.
But I the time I didn't want to because I felt so sure.
This love so sweet, and then it made me insecure.
He wasn't who I thought he was, but I keep hope. I still endure.
I knew love wasn't supposed to be perfect, but we're so immature .
I stick with him, all the good and the bad.
I stick with him even when he makes me less happy and more sad.
Even when he got angry, got mean.
For the smallest reasons, got mad.
Throw things, yells at me. apologizes, I'm glad.
He smiles, then I smile, I want to leave.
But I stay awhile.

Things got tough, money grew tight.
The stressful times we should've grown closer,
would be the times we'd fight.
The light that sparked between us, didn't seem as bright.
But I held on, I held on to my love with all my might.
One drink too many, on what was almost a good night.
It wasn't good enough, In rage, His big fists took flight.
All beaten and bloody, says it was my fault, I should've done better.
Painfully bruised the next morning. He is gone, there is a letter.

I never read it. If that was love, I just don't get it.