In feelings now past, she was my sunrise
Just as stormy seas whether stone to sand,
This love wore thin; words becoming disguise.
Gently mourning a future now unplanned.
Tenderness slowly turns to apathy.
Ocean reaches for the moon; crashing waves.
Dams of kindness yield to brutality,
Flooding thoughts; love sent to watery graves.
Whispered words of want become nothing more.
Fading feelings ask: Does true love exist?
Hearts with open wounds, not broken- just sore.
How many more sunrises will be missed?
Memories, impossible to forget.
Yet, even the most brilliant sun must set.

If the illness is what bothers you,
It's fine-- I'll always change.
That's another symptom, too;
I'll never stay the same.

If it's the mood swings that you hate,
I'll turn them on a dime.
If it's that I lose days and dates,
I'm asking only time.

I didn't mean to split again,
I promise! I was wrong.
I just want you, not other men,
(Don't make me wait too long.)

If it's that I'm borderline,
I guess I'd understand.
I'll always beg you to be mine
Then slap away your hand.