I love thee like a summers day
like the night.
Darkening on my soul;
sometimes light.
Every word
cuts me in some way,
Pierces through my skin
where it lay.
Every lie.
Too weak to say goodbye.
Goodbye? But what if it
wasn’t good?
What if every breath
was a sigh?
A sign:
it was time.
T’was ignored,
but why?