I don't want this to be easy, so don't you even try. If you're going to break my heart, at least do it right, make it hurt. Do it after I tell you that I love you, after I sing you songs, after we've spent nights in places brighter, higher, and better than the stars themselves. Do it after you promise me the world.
Tell me what I don't mean as much as I used to, and that we won't be friends. Tell me that the only thing you leave me with is good memories. Kiss me with pity and tell me I'm no longer beautiful.
Leave me as it rains and drive off in the twilight of a lukewarm September.
Leave me with the closure that is there's one thing I could love for, it's honesty.