In the middle of the night, I used to kiss your forehead,
Whispering in your ear threats to your bad dreams,
But as of late we barely say goodnight, maybe a kiss before bed,
We’re growing apart, growing cold, or so it seems.
There was a time I would hold you tight, squeeze away the shaking,
Or wake you up with soft kisses and touches of passion,
But now I leave early enough to indulge in the addictions I’ve been craving,
Approaching our relationship like slow motion cars crashing.
I know you’ve been hurting, you smile, but I can read your eyes,
I’ve only ever wanted you to be happy, so I leave you with this,
I’ve unzipped my skin and shed my disguise,
To leave you a note under your pillow, sealed with a kiss.