Every day without you

gets harder to survive.

Pain taught me that hate

is the easiest way out—

that if I turn love into something colder,

I won’t have to feel you anymore.

But every time I try,

you drift further away.

I wish things could go back

to how they were,

when loving you didn’t feel

like losing you.

So I’m left with one last way:

to pretend.

To act like I feel nothing,

like goodbye isn’t getting closer

with every passing sunset.

I’ll bring back that smile

you used to recognize—

just one more time,

just for you,

before the night takes it away.