Good night, my love. Sleep tight.
Maybe the morning will bring some new light.
Believe me, my dear, I never wanted for us to fight.
I kept my lips sealed in fear of lashing out.
You saw it as me shutting you out with an irritating pout.
I shivered against your cold shoulder.
So then a fight broke out. And another. And another.
Let’s just sleep it off, you say.
We’ll talk about it in the morning, or another day.
But the little things pile up, 1, 2, 3.
And suddenly, there it was. The end of “you and me”.
Good night my love. Sleep tight.
Being with you was such a delight.
I used to believe that all relationships would end; too bad I was right.