I've and you've

I've had to hold myself back--multiple times in these multiple days.
I've had to keep from lashing out at you--who once held my respect in the crevices of hands' lines.

You've dropped--from my hands, and now from my eyes,
and soon from my heart.

I've loved you with a love that not even I was aware existed within the veins within me.
I've loved you--and I still do, but

You've withered--out of the heartbeat pulsing my state of "in love," and there is a formidable line between "love" and "in love."

I've stopped liking you--and while you may not care, you will feel that change.
I've stopped respecting you--and with that, you can never again feel the crevices of my hands' lines holding you tight or up or with care.

You've given me an opportunity to say and mean "never."

I've realized that you don't deserve my restraint--nor do you deserve my fury.
I've realized that you are who you've said you are--an asshole--and I've remained a lady.