i love your laugh
all your little quirks
the cute nicknames you’ve given me
and our late night confessions
but i don’t want to
because one moment
i feel euphoric
and the next
i don’t even know
who you are
you are not my sunrise
or my brisk winter day
this constant turmoil
of zeal and distain
is too much for me to bear
sticks and stones
may break my bones,
but you will always
hurt the most