I allowed you to love me,
even though I warned you
to quite while you were ahead.

^^Did you mean quit in the last line..?

Another write that has gotten me thinking. Once again I like the opening of your poem:

In the streets of words,
your old ones escape
and your new ones become
everything that I am lost inside,
everything that crushes me into the gutter.

^^Its like tarring the road making the old pot holed ones into new. Burying whatever scars, cracks and wounds with a new layer of road/words to travel on just to make a relationship to move ahead; though you already know its ended.

It feels like the person does not want to give a
straight forward answer instead just piling up with false assurance until you or something between the two breaks....take care.