I still wake up beside you each morning,
just as I always do
but the warmth of our bed now feels like a chore
a habit I've grown tired ofYour laughter, once music to my ears
now grates on me like fingernails on a chalkboard
your touch, once a spark that ignited me
now feels like a distant humI look at you, really look at you
and see only a stranger's face
someone I used to love, but now just exist with
in this comfortable, comfortable routineour conversations feel like empty calories
filling my mouth but leaving no satisfaction
I search for the words we used to say
but they're lost in the haze of familiarityI'm going through the motions, pretending everything is fine but inside,
I'm numb and disconnected
the flame that once burned so bright has flickered out
leaving only ash and resentmentI'm not sure how much longer I can keep this up
this charade of love and affection but for now,
I'll continue to pretend
that the feelings we once shared are still real.-Miraa
Anagapesis - No longer feeling any affection for someone you once loved.
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The BLUE HOUR
PoetryThere's always so much hidden between the lines , a journey of words which couldn't make it out of my throat but rather by hand I wrote them down . All of those midnight thoughts. A compilation of short poems & Things I hope you can relate I would...