You call me “love”,
When it is not love.
When I am struggling inside, not wanting to hurt your heart.
When it needs to be done.

I’m so sorry.
I’m so sorry.
I’m so sorry.

I don’t know who to turn to,
Who to trust,
Who to believe.

But it is not you.

We are not on different pages,
Rather different chapters of the same book.
A book that is incomple—