The Pain in Ending
is the same as the beginning,
you say you love the way I can never sit still,
and the way I can never make up my mind.
You ravish my need to simply be and
take care of the fractures of my being,
a laugh slips from your lips while you smile as I
stutter nervously ordering a coffee
My attention to detail leaves our home sparkly clean
It’s 11:30, and I’ve checked the door 1,2,3 times
Before I say ‘here I come, my love’
You say you love my quirks
Until now, when you no longer look at me through
the lenses of love
Now, you wonder why I can’t make up my mind,
Why I’m sad on a rainy day and on a sunny day,
and just because that’s the only way I’ve known
the spark you saw in me, now burned out from reality
the love you had for me has backed into the corner,
afraid to be let down again.
Still, I hold my head steady and trace the linings
of my heart on my sleeve.