The years of loving you;
moments we cherished, or not?
So many pain to rot;
these aren't new.
I tried not to hurt you and you tried not to hurt me.
I thought we flew to a sky of wonder.
Not realizing you were tearing me asunder,
unbeknownst to my faith of how you wanted to flee.
I love you enough to miss all of it,
where all I could breathe in was poison ink,
written on my flesh telling me to quit,
from the chastity and sacrifice.
Oh how you love me,
missing me to make it suffice.