I don’t feel the same anymore,
And it’s not that I don’t love you,
But being around is like this chore,
Is this really what it has come to?
Not like effort was not put in,
More like wasted; Wasted youth,
No more wondering how each has been,
It sounds painful, but it’s the truth.
Don’t know where to place my footing,
Hands now awkward when they touch,
And we stare, we’re constantly looking,
For the answer, if there is such.
Bur right now it’s underwhelming,
Almost like how hopelessness takes on,
Like the back of my head keeps asking,
Is this,us, really gone?