When was the last time you looked at me with love instead of contempt? When did your touch first turn cold? When did “I love you” become unbreakable silence?
Complacency separated us and wounded pride destroyed us. The process was slow, but steady and unchanging. When did we stop fighting the disease? When was the last flicker of hope extinguished?
When did our beautiful children start paying for our sins? When did their smiles fade and their laughter turn to anger? When does it all end? When do we learn?
Poetry
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I relate to this so hard. It’s tough when someone falls out of love with you.
Losing love is a difficult thing. It almost seems impossible to overcome. When does it ever get better? When? When? Our life on Earth wasn’t destined to be a piece of cake. This clearly shows that.