Written two years ago about my first love

It is the strength I've never summoned.
That, of the subject of you.
Your memory ads a bitter yet warm pain
to the three simple letters of a pro-noun.
It wasn't so much the pain of losing you.
Well, perhaps it was.
It was you, seemingly going back on your own very words.
That that the time I took as gospel.
It was like a virus adding a sense of pain
to all our friends in our circle.
You don't truly know what a circle really is.
What you made a comfortable, wonderful thing to speak on and say,
was later what you blamed detrimental
with I as the culprit.
It wasn't so much much that I loved you with every single fiber in my soul,
It's that I wasn't allowed to anymore.