Love changed.
Yesterday,
It was doors held open,
Soft kisses
On softer cheeks.
Hands held
On moonlit strolls.
If love's a dream
Then life's a bore.
Yesterday,
Love felt more.
It felt more full,
More happy,
More kind,
More warm.
But now,
It's different.
Love's changed.
Love's feels like a trap.
A door that was opened
And now closed
And I don't have the key.
It feels like you want to make me
Someone I don't want to be.
Changing me,
While your face changes.
Revealing yourself
To someone I didn't know was you.
Same name.
Same eyes.
Same voice,
Cooing: I love you.
Words that feel like poison now.
Like a curse,
Meant to be written
To death.
Now love feels fake.
Feels less.
Like a lullaby turned death march.
A happy ending
Would be if love changed back
Or if love was over.
Love is no longer
Sweet words
And sweeter feelings.
But unsaid misery
And bloated lies.
I have lost track
Of whether I want it
Or I do not.
I feel brainwashed
And lost
In a barrel of warm feelings.
They were comforting.
But now they've gone frigid.
And I'm burning from the cold.
~A
