sheen on my armour
Maybe it wasn’t me.
Maybe I should blame that second person I became
That personality we shared together.
I won’t know what to say sometimes.
But I say something anyway.
This isn’t me.
This is not you either.
I’ll be late, you’ll come early.
Today I did the best I could do.
Not because I wanted to. It’s because I had to.
I’ll be back.
I promise.
I love you