The Emptiness of Regret: Cinquain, 3 Parts

Trust me
Loving you is
Bad for my health, I know–
You are only built to destroy
Not love.

Knowing
This is better.
Peace rains down on me now
That I am aware of your ways
Relieved.

To heal
Is to love with
Less weight on my shoulders
If that means losing you for good–
There’s hope.