I don’t want to be in love anymore
It has been a tiresome make believe
And I’ve not lived better in it’s shadow
I’ve not softened over the edges
I’v become scornful
And vile and iridescent
Demanding of answers that love cannot give
That not loss can make simple
Are all of us made to match?
Was it really so hard to walk home under that big blue sky?
To leave behind a single trail of footsteps but not a lonely one.
Can you build a family with just one?