to over-love, a verb

I find I tend to over-analyze but
my mind's nothing but paralyzed
since these memories turned to lies
I know the what but not the why's
all the hand-holding, hello's, and hi's
were nothing more than...wait let's rewind
I was happy but naive
but your actions, they deceive
but me, I have my flaws too
I over-think, over-love, over-believe
I think I over-believed in you
so I'll organize my thoughts
separate the truths among the knots
try to connect some dots
but this isn't done with such ease
so please, let the truth be simpler to handle than the flaming arrows you have thrown my way.
because me? I crave you
every time I will save you
but it's nice to be saved too.
so here's a slam in return for the slam you gave me
because this poet's words provide some sense of free
from the you who I never could leave

because the us is something
in which I still believe.