I loved you always and you saw the world through me, never with me
I wanted to tell you how I felt but my lips were stitched shut and you hid the scissors
if we never meet again I’ll be on the bench thinking of the whys, hows and whos
it was time, and I hope you understand that, so I write to you to say I love you and goodbye
I have a fascination with the boundary of which love transitions into chaos and madness. I believe that any love letter line could be a suicide note, and vice versa. above I wrote a lovers goodbye note but without context it could mean a more permanent goodbye. I just wanted to consider it through a narrative voice. I urge you to try and walk the tightrope and see how it feels.