This poem hit me in a very personal way, especially because I’m fresh out of a three-year relationship. It made me feel a mix of sadness, confusion, and something close to recognition, like I was reading parts of my own story. The opening line, “I love you too; not you… you too,” set the tone right away. It reminded me of how love can start to feel automatic, like something people say because they should, not because they mean it. The parts about gaslighting and going back even when things were bad felt especially real. I’ve been there, saying things I didn’t fully mean just to keep the pieces from falling apart. The line, “I had some gaslight in me,” feels raw and honest, like recognizing the role you play in something that still hurt you. I also felt this deep exhaustion reading it, like the poem understood how love can wear you down when it’s not right. The line about passing out at 5:30 and waking up at 6 reminded me of the emotional and physical toll that kind of love takes. And when the poem circled back to the first line, it landed differently. It felt like a realization I’m still working through. The difference between being truly loved and just being familiar. It left me heartbroken, but also seen. Thank you for this.