Believe me, when I tell you
every new day is wasted on me
the sunlight can stay where it is
stay in, behind those black clouds
the clouds that hide the truth
the sun is dead
at least to me
it turns out, darkness
is my only friend
protecting me from my loneliness
no need to see the sunrise
I don\'t want it to shine its warmth
upon my face numb
numb with loss
every day is dark
and it\'s the way I prefer to see it
after all love has died
I accept my fate
but still
I\'d like to give my reader
my true and most sincere
apologies
because my words are harsh
where love goes to die
is a place I hope none of you
ever have to be
but, if you are…
don\'t forget to bury it deep
deep on the underside
of your very own rose garden.