He's falling,
Telling me chocolate
covered nothings
Isn't this part lovely?

He fell,
Roaring at the top
of his lungs
I'm not who he thought
I was

He's fallen
in and out and out of
love, chocolate-covered
whispers now
covered in bugs

He's fading
Light eating away at the
edge of a dream
What a terrible thing,
the cost of loving.

© Milan Lopes