I just
want to say
*******.

Seven years
and it all boils down to this

no more talking
except for scheduled days

"keep your life to yourself"
because I'm done with you

and "it's not her, it's me"

"truly"

Except I know
we both know
you're lying

and you are weak
for folding

I guess I should have known
that when you're the sun
my eyes would be blinded by you

I didn't feel the heat until the end

and now

and

now...

But
I didn't think it would be

on purpose

and now here I am

the wound on my back, seeping

And I am burnt

The End.