Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Is This How We Say Goodnight?

She tells me don't talk to her.
After what I have done, she doesn't even say, "thank you."
Why do I even try?
I never do anything right.
Walking down the hall toward our room, my heart grows heavier with every step.
Oh my love is heavy. 
If I was to jump into the ocean, 
I would surely sink to the bottom. 
My heart is heavy.
She goes to sleep, I lament.
Is this how we say good night?