Gv-Ge-Yu-I Poem by Isabella Night

My a-da-nv-do aches.
It seems like everytime you speak,
My words jumble, like the earth when it quakes.
When you lean over me, I hold my breath; making me light-headed and weak.

I don't want to cause you pain;
The mention of me causes you stress.
I wish not to cause you grueling strain.
In the end, my choice is to see you less.

This decision wasn't one made in haste;
One like this was the hardest for me to ever have to make.
I don't want your time to be the one put to waste.
At least it wasn't your heart that had to break..