Love like a shower, never quite long enough.
You keep turning up the heat, because it’s getting too comfortable.
I could have soaked in your love, just a bit longer.
But you shut me down; never realize how I was so breakable.

Collapsible, like a fold up tent.
You used my walls to hide in,
but only until my warmth was spent.
I could have used some heat myself.
But I admit, I thought I was on top of the world.
Had me loving that view, from the pedestal on your shelf.