i can’t help but cry
when you embrace me.
how i’ll miss you  —
certainly, you’ll realize soon
i’m too bitter for your taste.
certainly, you’ll leave me soon
for a sweeter girl,
with a honeysuckle heart.

what am i doing?
loving you,
when i can feel myself 
slipping away with each passing day.
how much longer, until you realize i’m not yours?
how much longer, until i am alone all over again?