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