This is not a Love poem

This is not a Love poem but the measure of a broken heart.

It is not that I hate you,
Only that I am wounded so deep,
I could not convey the emotion.
I feel so strongly now,
As we reached the end,
That every sentiment was a lie,
Each embrace hollow,
And I was deceived.

It is not that I do not grieve,
But that there is nothing there,
No tears to shed that I can spare.
There is a great precipice,
Feelings get wrenched away,
Just as you were,
And I wouldn’t cry now,
What purpose could it serve?

It is not that I don’t want you,
Just that I won’t trade you in,
For myself respect, all I have left.
You made it crystal clear,
You’re not coming back,
And I will not fight,
For half or even less,
Of your frozen heart.

And it is not that I don’t love you,
Still, you force out things I can’t handle,
Hate, Sadness, wanting, it’s exhausting.
This is not a chase,
I cannot stress enough,
You have hurt me,
To such a degree,
You’ll get but numbness from me.

Expect  nothing but an empty me.