And I win
But at what cost?
To have love gained
Then to have it lost

My fickle heart
Will have it’s fickle end
I’m sick because
I hurt you

It’s said we kill the things we love
The opposite also rings true
For you have stabbed me in the chest
And I have mutilated you

Broken, yes,
But beyhond repair…
I’ve failed all my chemistry tests
And I don’t know

The air it chills,
My bones
And fills,
My empty heart with greed

I don’t deserve you,
You don’t deserve this
Time is crueler
than my words

The seasons are shifting,
And winter is starting to call.
Summer has ended peacefully,
And I can’t face the fall.