i want to believe you love

but i don't
i want to hear the things you say know the things you do are worth my while our while but are they

i don't feel so

i feel resignation near like a dagger in my heart or worse. disappointment.

i'm out of grand gestures love sparks flying and cuts made and things ended

i'm tired

my sweet joy my love i love you but i'm tired and i have to let go because you're not here i love you but you grow grey

not morning grey

                                                                                                death

i wish i could see you in technicolor once more.