then there was being in love
(and telling you what you wanted to hear)
lying for the sake of being different.

then there was what we were (and no longer are)
which was, not love.

-you are not love, you are salt.
no good for, my
heart or skin.-

now I'm tired and mostly running on hope,
and things I should have stopped hanging onto,
long ago.

(I need you less every day.)