Pretending Before Admitting

No longer can I pretend
that I do not love you,
that I do not miss you,
that I do not need you.

No longer can I pretend
that it never bothered me,
that it never hurt,
that it never made me cry.

No longer can I pretend
that I am not still breaking,
that I am over you,
that I am not dead inside.

I will finally admit
that I love you with every inch of my heart,
that I miss you with every ounce of my being,
that I need you with every breath I breathe.

I will finally admit
that it bothered me to my very core,
that it hurt so much I feel dead inside,
that it made me cry until tears could no longer spill from my eyes.

I will finally admit
that I am broken and breaking and every minute I fall apart even more,
that I am not over you nor will I ever be over you for my love for you is endless,
that I am dead inside without your love and can no longer find that reason to keep living.