I love you.

I think we are lost or maybe confused. I’m lost. Confused.

You said you would love me forever, but is this really love? Fighting until dusk, smoking until dawn.

The only laughter we share anymore comes from either ridicule or jealousy.

Everything was passionate, my love for you. Now, only the fighting is passionate, your love for me.

Am I demanding, needy? Are you jealous, bitter?

I rope you in and you act as expected.

Is it anyones fault? Yours or mine? Both?

I loved you.

Goodbye My Lover.