This poem is based off of so many people so don't assume you are the one I'm writing of...
You no longer talk to me.
Days and nights
Hours upon hours
Of blissful conversations
No longer occur.
You no longer care for me.
My bones dont cause
You stomach to churn
And my blood is not
A concern of yours.
You no longer think of me.
My mind is plagued
With thoughts of you,
But I do not do the same
To you.
What have I done wrong?
Was I not enough?
Was I too much?
You once worried about my spark,
About what caused me to thrive.
Little do you know,
That spark has died.
Soon I will too.
But that's okay,
Because you no longer
Think of me.
