will you still love me?

don't tell me you love me. don't say it, because i know it will always be conditional. you will only love me as long as it's easy. and i'm not easy. so if you really love me, tell me... will you still love me when i relapse? will you still love me when i'm on the floor shaking with my head between my legs trying to catch a breath that runs too fast for me to catch? will you still love me when i’m crying with my head hanging over the toilet? will you still love me when i scream at you to leave me alone? will you still love me when i push you past breaking point? will you still love me when i’m manic and sitting on the rooftop at 4am in the pouring rain with a bottle of vodka? will you still love me when i need constant reassurance that you aren't leaving? will you still love me... even when you realise i’m too far gone to save? will you?