You melt on my tongue.
Today you are cotton candy.
Sweet.
You made me breakfast in bed.
Pancakes, with too much syrup.
I knew it wouldn't last.
Syrupy sweet is cloying.
Today you are medicine.
A too big pill to swallow.
Like the truth.
My truth is I love you.
But you don't deserve this.
This that we're going through,
Its draining,
But I stay, hoping you'll change.
Back to the person you used to be.
Today you are a bull.
And everything is your matador.
The way the sink drips.
The way the city never sleeps.
The way I linger in the doorway, when you know I should go.
The way I forgive you.
The way I care.
Everything irritates you.
Today you are my husband.
Dressed in your wedding tux.
The smell of flowers in the air, mixed with the smell of fresh dirt and rain.
Today I watch you cry.
And I want so much to kiss you.
To tell you goodbye.
To tell you it's alright.
And to say I'm sorry for dying.