yes my love, loving you was a suicide

i got a rope— when we met. i took the chair— when i tried to know you more. i stand on the chair— the moment i found myself wanting you. i tied the rope on the ceiling— when i started to fall for you. i encircled the rope in my neck— when I believe your "i like you" and when you left— you kicked the chair, and I don't need to exhort effort to jump.