At night, I think of you
and how it could have been.
I yearn for the time when it was,
and lament for the now is so disappointing.
A tear falls from my eye,
containing my misery.
It seeps into my pillow,
where all my sadness goes.
I think of the future,
and how the way you treat me
makes me wish that there wouldn’t be one.
Even in my darkest moments,
I would never do this to you.









