As Our Love Slowly Dies
I wrote this poem for my partner as a last attempt to be heard. My pain was very real...I don’t know what’s happening, what I do know is I am nearly out of fight, my fire is dying. The lies, the cheating, the blank face staring back at me, the cold dead eyes that once were alive. No love, No conversation, No affection, No Connection, Darkness is all that surrounds me. I’m not sure who you are anymore; I don’t know the person I’m living with. What am I fighting for, who am I fighting for, I can’t fight any mo...