I Guess Poem by Zara Denette

You love me
And I guess that’s nice,
‘cause love is bright as a city.
But now I know that your heart is ice
And you love me out of pity.

You catch me
And I guess that’s real,
‘cause I am eternally falling.
These wounds I have will never heal
And your voice will never stop calling.

You hate me
And I guess that’s good,
‘cause hate will never stop flowing.
I hold you closer than I should,
Thinking ‘bout where I’m going.

You break me
And I guess that’s fine,
‘cause things were made to be broken.
I didn’t think it was my time to die,
But some things go unspoken.