You said you’ve had enough,
I agree, nothing else I’d have rather
for it’s after we are full to the brim
that we start to spill into each other.
You say you’ve changed,
But my love for you did not
for loving you was never about you
it is about me becoming who I ought
You say you’ve scarred me
But then so have I, you, roughened
we both are an irreparable mess
thrown away in the attic, long abandoned.
You say we have no future
yes, I agree that we do not
If we choose to dwell upon the end
and let this moment rot.
You say nothing this time
I smile but then neither do I
for we know well the unsaid
looking up at the stars, as we lie.