Another love story fading off the pages


This doesn’t feel the same anymore.
I feel like I’m just a bore.
A bothersome to you when I text.
But you still crave the sex.
The endless calls are now just snaps.
The excuses are work and naps.
You’re still cute and all.
But why am I staring at my wall?
Staring at it like it has answer for me.
Like what do I say now or what are we.
The calls faded and now the lust.
Your charm is fading away like rust.
Once so perfect and bright as the sun.
But now pieces rust away one by one.
It seems distance took a toll.
This connection isn’t quite whole.
The space between is growing once more.
We could be strangers like once before.


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