Gone are the days
Where I would give up my nights,
release my tears for him and still
feel the need to do more.
The public named me,
A hopeless romantic.
Gone are the days,
where his needs were my priority,
his happiness , my happiness
his anger , my sadness.
his plight, my destruction.
his actions, my consequences.
We are still tied together
but the urge to do such
Has become a spec of dust.
Fondness and likeness
no longer swirling
In my orbs.
Love I called it,
Foolishness he called it.
The urge to worship his feet,
to caress his ego,
to pleasure him with no bounds,
to praise him like a God,
withered!
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