The sun hits your face,
illuminating your perfection,
your faults.
I want to focus on the good,
pure you
but I can't, it is impossible to do.
I promise myself I'll try,
try to look past the pain
that you have inflicted.
But instead, I focus on the hate
I feel
as I burn you with my eyes of anger.
You succumb to sleep as I say goodbye.
Goodbye.