Is there a way to fall out of love,

I wonder.
If we had the power to throw that switch
would you?
Maybe you could do it for me
so instead of hating myself
I can hate something tangible,
like the light switch.

In the dark
my blemishes
are most apparent.

Late night or early morning
it doesn't matter
I am awake regardless.
Sirens ring out across the city;
I cannot tell if they are coming from the southwest or east.
Then I realize
it doesn't matter where they are coming from -
only who they are heading towards.