It hurts.
My heart rattles around my chest with each beat, bouncing against my ribs, breaking off pieces, bruising, splintering, fragmenting.
There's nothing there to cushion it. Nothing to stop it from destroying itself and me with it.
My heart hurts.
You have taken away your love piece by piece and I felt each one as it was pulled away. I felt the cold slowly seep into me until I froze. I felt the changes as they happened.
You've emptied me out. Left me hollow with a heart that's still beating for you, but with each beat it breaks a little bit more.
You've left me in the cold and expect me to find a way to keep myself warm; but it's you who has stripped me down and taken away your feelings for me.
You don't love me the way love used to feel. You don't care about me or give me thought.
It hurts.
You stopped being in love with me a long time ago.
You stopped looking forward to being with me.
You stopped caring.
Where my love for you grows day by day, yours diminishes slowly over time.
Where you are my every thought, I know I'm not the same to you. I know you don't love me the way I love you.
I know.
I'm just wondering how long it'll take for you to figure it out and realise that you don't want me any more. I know the day will come. I know you will discover that you don't need me. I know in time you will look at me and wonder who I am and what I'm doing with you. I know eventually you'll leave me.
It's inevitable.
I know you don't see it. I know you think nothing has changed. I know you think you love me more.
But what I see is a man who has slowly changed.
You were a man who loved me fiercely, who wanted me, who poured his love into me, who made me fall in love with him. A man who looked at me as though i was beautiful, who told me i was, who told me he loved me in whispers when surrounded by people, who would kiss me at traffic lights and who would make me feel safe. You were everything i could have hoped for. You were my dreams made real. You were my whole world. You felt like home.
You became a man who at one point was bordering on hostility, who I know has the world on his shoulders, and doesn't have anything left for me. You became a man who looks through me, who shuts me out, who doesn't feel like sharing anything with me. And I mirror you. And it hurts me.
You stopped talking to me. We are coming apart. And I'm the only one who can see it.
My heart rattles around my chest with each beat, bouncing against my ribs, breaking off pieces, bruising, splintering, fragmenting.
There's nothing there to cushion it. Nothing to stop it from destroying itself and me with it.
My heart hurts.
You have taken away your love piece by piece and I felt each one as it was pulled away. I felt the cold slowly seep into me until I froze. I felt the changes as they happened.
You've emptied me out. Left me hollow with a heart that's still beating for you, but with each beat it breaks a little bit more.
You've left me in the cold and expect me to find a way to keep myself warm; but it's you who has stripped me down and taken away your feelings for me.
You don't love me the way love used to feel. You don't care about me or give me thought.
It hurts.
You stopped being in love with me a long time ago.
You stopped looking forward to being with me.
You stopped caring.
Where my love for you grows day by day, yours diminishes slowly over time.
Where you are my every thought, I know I'm not the same to you. I know you don't love me the way I love you.
I know.
I'm just wondering how long it'll take for you to figure it out and realise that you don't want me any more. I know the day will come. I know you will discover that you don't need me. I know in time you will look at me and wonder who I am and what I'm doing with you. I know eventually you'll leave me.
It's inevitable.
I know you don't see it. I know you think nothing has changed. I know you think you love me more.
But what I see is a man who has slowly changed.
You were a man who loved me fiercely, who wanted me, who poured his love into me, who made me fall in love with him. A man who looked at me as though i was beautiful, who told me i was, who told me he loved me in whispers when surrounded by people, who would kiss me at traffic lights and who would make me feel safe. You were everything i could have hoped for. You were my dreams made real. You were my whole world. You felt like home.
You became a man who at one point was bordering on hostility, who I know has the world on his shoulders, and doesn't have anything left for me. You became a man who looks through me, who shuts me out, who doesn't feel like sharing anything with me. And I mirror you. And it hurts me.
You stopped talking to me. We are coming apart. And I'm the only one who can see it.
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