Untitled Love

You loved me.
Was that a crime?
It just took sometime,
For me to realize we were over.

It killed me to think about it.
I thought we had a candle that was lit.
But the days grew on.

And we moved on.
Why can't everything be easy?
Our convorsations would ease into nothing.
I found out why we split.

You never meant anything you said.
And I know is "i love you" means almost nothing.