I used to have faith in us.
Late night conversations about travel
and gibberish plans that we knew wouldn't come true.
The moon brought out the dreamers in us.

How awful is it to feel yourself fall out of love
with the perfect person, and not be able to undo it.
like threads of an old sweater ripping at the seams
from all the wear and tear.

And with every fake I love you I utter I feel like i've sinned.
Baby, there's a reason I've suddenly become "too busy",
because if I still loved you I would make time.

And I think we both knew it was inevitable
but I've taught myself how to fall out of love
as easily as falling asleep.
I just have to count the sheepish hearts that I've broken
and you darling, are the one that has hurt me the most.
sincerely, it's my own doing.

Goodnight honey.
"I love you"