Extinguish

Maybe I should blow out the candle, turn out the lights,
and extinguish this relationship with a quiet goodnight.
I could tell you I don’t love you and it would be a lie,
but if I severed this attachment maybe I wouldn’t have to cry
when you’re hurting and I’m helpless and there’s nothing I can do
except cry here in the dark because I can’t find a way to help you.
There’s this stinging in my heart and God knows, it’s tearing me apart
but I’m striving and I’m struggling to see a glimmer of hope-
scrubbing with sponges and scrubbing with soap
to catch a small glimpse of a smile that I rarely ever see.
But wouldn’t you know, it’s never for me?
And there’s this stinging in my eyes but I’m wiping it away-
listening to music and trying to figure out what to say.
Maybe I should just close my window and lock the doors
so you won’t find your way back and I can bask in repose.
I love you and I love you and there’s nothing in between
except for desolation when we’re parted and you can’t be seen.
I could tell you I don’t love you and it would be a lie,
but if I severed this attachment, could you really ask me why?