A Sunflower Surrounded by Roses

The Inevitable

Don't hold the truth,
Instead let it flow off your tounge like the toxin it is.

You know just as much as I that the truth is not the sharpest knife, but the worst part is the knowing you had the knife before you cut me.

Knowing you became distant,
Predicting the very thing you swore would never hurt me.

The worst part is knowing you were on the verge to leave me,

And there's nothing I could do about it.