The silent gift, longsuffering patience dies slowly.

I am nice enough to show you mercy. Kindness

eats me up inside like cookie dough. My words

lift your dying spirit up off the ground. No new

fancy dress can compare to this heavenly bliss.

You're lovely on the outside, but remain a hot mess

behind closed doors. My labors of love go on unnoticed

just like a small ant. You drift farther away from me. Your

actions create a huge rift between us. Sympathetic,

my bleeding heart creates art with its crimson tears. Continuous

bloodshed, our bed of dying red roses contaminates the green grass.

Gently, I lay myself down to go to sleep. Comfort and contentment

meet me at the deep end of the ocean.