I watched the sun rise for what felt like the hundredth time,All in the same 5 minutesStanding in that hazy morning lightI see my futureAnd the way the sun touches her face, she is beautifulMy face is wet and my vision is blurry,My voice is soaked in guiltI tell her for the first time today that sometimes I do notwant herThat sometimes when I think … Continue reading This Is Not Romantic