And now when I see him there is no sunshine in his eyes.
There can be no butterflies.
His hair no longer holds shine.
And his eyes now wander the planet.
The magnetic sensation is gone.
We are now bipolar.
His words are empty and hook detached.
I am not drawn to his voice.
His arms are less inviting.
His smell no longer intoxicating.
His touch now pushes me away.
There may be beads in my eyes,
stillness in my heart when he comes near.
Breathlessness when stuck in a glance,
but not because of love.
As me, but there is no response.
For these feelings are new to me.
I have never fallen out of love before.
And the concept is new to me,
that someone who has seen so deep into your soul
can give you back everything
without making it seem like the hardest thing ever done
in the history of man.
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The only quarrel I have is with sense.
It only appears when it wants to.
Only encompasses full confusion and fuses it into its own,
when you least expect it.
Then left,
confusion seemed more sensible.
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