Goodbye, its easy to say.
Leaving, its easy to walk away.
Yet you return.
Too late and the same.
Unbend-able and unchanged.
With the same phrase.
Approach that does not vary.
Makes me grow so wary.
Our love will never carry.
Forward into a future.
With a foundation full of fissures.
And too many problems to consider.
When you should not be.
They way you are.
Letting me be the one to carve.
Your love into the walls.
That surround my heart.