I looked into your eyes as you were looking past mine, and took your hand only to feel you slip through my fingers. I built a sanctuary for you, but you didn’t have faith in me.
In the end, words that were cluttered on my lips fell seamlessly on paper instead, and you never heard what I wanted you to hear. That’s why I wrote, because you never listened.
And should the day come when I no longer love you, know that on this page, forever, I do.