He's gone.
That's it.
You loved too hard,
Cared too much,
Rambled too long.

He's gone.
And that's it.

Heavy handed return
Bitter and selfish
Butter and shellfish

No reason in rhyme
No meaning in time

Let it all burn.

Just when I thought things were getting better
You snap.
A twist in words
Or slip in tone

And snap.

A word misheard,
Or left unsaid
Or said
Because either could make you

Snap

I never knew what to say
Or not,
And when or where

Dancing to the tune of your voice
Slower here,
Gentler there.
Always cautious,
Hovering over the faint line of
Pain or love.

How do people decide to
Stop loving

When do they decide
No, that's enough
I'm picking up my feelings
These strings so intricately woven
Threaded into your life
My love, in your words, habits, time

I'm picking up and leaving

When do they decide that
Time can be rewritten
The past, that was the present
Loved, that was love and loving
is nothing

How can emotional investment,
the greatest expense,
dissolve

How do you go from loving to
nothing?

How do you go from loving to
Hate?

It's inhumane.

Love is selfish
Love is greedy
Love is conceited

Think about it.

We love to feel good
We love to feel wanted
We love to feel
We feel

I feel

Love makes you feel
Love is a feeling to be chased
Craved
Earned

Love is not selfless
Love is not boundless
Love is not for you or him or her or them

It is for the "I".
Love loves to feel loved.

I ruined it.

I ruined it.

I ruined it.

Overthinking,
Spiraling,
Questioning.

I ruined it.

I ruined it.

The quirks you once loved,
you hate.

I ruined it.

I hate me for ruining it.

I don't want to write about anything else except you,

which is a shame because the world is
so pretty.

The sun and the bees and the way clouds move in the
breeze

the golden slates of sun that

I hate you

because I can't write about anything else except you.