March

I’ve known you more than Forever But lately it feels like we Never met On that warm March night Under the stars and in that overbearing feeling of Forced awkward small talk and politeness. Who have you become? Who have I become? Those days we’ve bathed in our love Can be counted on both hands but The feelings of guilt, Anger, frustration, Fear of not being enough, Immense emotional pain and Worst of all The need for this all to end The want for a life without Us Can be counted by the stars We were under With that overbearing feeling of forced awkward small talk And politeness. ANH