You too

I know you say you love me.
But by the time you realise you don't,
I'll be in love with you too.
This falling in love thing has always left me in deep dark dungeons.
Broken, shattered, in pieces.
Only managed to come out of it, less than half way.
And I fear this breeze of your love, will loosen my grip of reality and I'll slip again.
This time too deep, too broken, too shattered to acknowledge that I ever had something called heart, that sometime ago even I was a lively soul.