To Love

Why do you have to say it?
I love you.

But we know you don't.
Some times your sweet,
And kind and funny
But sometimes you make me cry,
wondering what I've ever done

To love is to find someone who is always nice to you,
Says your beautiful,even if your not, but in their eyes, you can see that they mean it.

You used to be like that at first,
Then it vanished,
why?

I loved you so much,
But your different now.
Thanks for killing me