Strawberry Sunsets & Her

Cinnamon Cream & Tea

It is an agony to me,

Having you so withdrawn

And facing the reality

I had begged this very

Thing from you.

That you are only

Bending to the will

Of my wish like a

Tree bowing in the wind.

That this space between us

Which threatens to cave

The heart in my chest

Upon itself is a space which

I swore that I needed.

And I did need it

But I never wanted it.

You are so far removed

And only inches away.

I stare at the back of

Your head and pretend

This whole thing is a

Cinnamon dream and that

You might still want me

But the reality is I've hurt

You now and now you

Are set aflame by me.

The warmth of your smile

Was lost to the ice in my

Request and now this thing

Between us feels so cold;

I'm so damn afraid

You'll never be able to look

At me again and even more

Fearful is the idea that this

Was always my fault.