it hurts me, given the thought
that we’re possibly not meant to be
but you let me go without a fight
when did you stop loving me?
i cannot bear to think of you, and how
your hands are a place i call home
how am i to think you ever cared, given
the lack of aching for me that you’ve shown?
the night we parted as lovers
you painted me in shades of blue
each day it gets a little darker, does the
sun no longer shine for you too?