Sometimes i don´t love you very much it´s true.
Your touch feels cold like ice and hard to bare
as you wear a soft smile of false content
then dot your words like poison here and there.
You drag me down into the dark and greys
of night, where light is no longer in view.
Your mind turns happiness into despair
when the sun shines with a beautiful hue.
And you are my worst enemy sometimes
as i look in the mirror at your eyes,
at a girl that´s hurt and finding her way,
a spark of love between us does arise.
For we have known each other forever
and we will work through this slump together.
Laura Berry (Napowrimo Day 9 – 2023)