The gloss has worn off the mythical stained-gla** window
I don't know why
You love me as much as you ever did, if not more so
But I…
I love you, but I feel as if I shouldn't
Little demons sparked by shreds of doubt
Sparked by things you say or do
Reminders that this is more about
What you want
Than what I need
My own incompletion
Missing self-love hurting me
Unfinished business
Self-issues you've not taken care of
Why are we doing this?
Universe had this happen for a reason
Universe saw it fit to bring us together
But…now it's dying
…and I hate it