Stoic exterior

But I cry in my car

Logic doesn’t make it easier

You provide for me

But you don’t read my poems

I wish you’d dive below the surface

But you never learned to swim

No one is to blame

But I want to blame you

It makes it easier to see you as a bad man

It crushes me to know that you are not

Because that means that there is nothing left for me to do

But to let go of the love that we created together