And when I finally let you go,

And let in the flower scented air,

I remembered what happiness is.

Not that I didn't love you,

No. I loved you more than you would ever know

But that you were slowly killing me,

With unspoken words,

And unfufillled promises.

It wasn't that I didn't love you,

The problem was that I do

And that's what was killing me

-R.Blackwell