How could you be so forgetful?
How could you not show me gratitude after everything I have given you?
How could you not be happy?
You would ask me.
I fear I owe you my happiness.
But I am not happy about this.
Should I feel bad about that?
When does bad become bad enough that it moves?
Like a black hole which we get sucked into
the vortex we created ourselves.
Don’t you see? I cannot be just to be.
Do not hate me because
I loved you for a moment.
That was Eternity in disguise.
Let me love you the way I want to,
slow, and forever, and free.