𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞.

Sinkhole.

I don't think I want to be with you anymore.
The days are becoming so repetitive when I'm in your presence or even think of it.
I don't feel the aggressive passion and intense love that I've always been yearning for.
I feel so empty; Like a void on my chest that I've always tried to scape of, but now it feels that is about to swallow me whole.
I only wish to feel that energy that I've always provided you with.
It is always the same repetitive words that come nonstop out of your tongue, but none of them makes my heart race and my body sweat.
It is always the same old kiss and the same old song. I've always loved you, and I'll always will. you came into my life when I needed you the most, but faded away while the time passed; like dirt on the street being washed away when the rain starts pouring.
Every single word said is every single same answer given.
Maybe I'm wrong, and maybe I'm just depressed, or maybe is the weather, or maybe is my life, my soul, my heart, my body; I spent a long time trying to blame every single part of me to see if that gives me the chance to justify what I don't feel for you anymore.
But now even my mind is infected with the thought, and I feel that the more I let that thought linger that infection becomes an illness, and I start to rot, I don't want to keep rotting anymore.