You said you needed

An escape

From the world

Around you,

To distract you

While everything was falling apart

Around you.

You said that something had happened

That couldn't be fixed.

Was that when

You found out

You were going to die?

You said that you had two more weeks to live

Was that your joke?

Was it already April?

You insisted it was true

And I cried for you

As I continued

To try

To ignore the fact

That you were fading.

You said that you needed a break

So you chose me

To help you deal with it?

To comfort you

When no one cared anymore?

That's not fair.

That's not fair.