"do you still love me?"
of course, you do. you've answered this a thousand times before. a clarification, an affirmation. accompanied by a playful smile and a little nudge of the elbow. you'd always nod your head, you'd always smile. of course you love me, you've said it yourself.
"how much?"
"very much,"
it was an answer like a common question. not much difference as asking if you've eaten anything yet. always a nod and a smile. not that i was expecting a different answer or the complete opposite.
sometimes, i wish i could just know what your thoughts are. what the truth is. was it the complacency? was it the countless petty fights and arguments that would lead to crying and dead ends? was it the long paragraphs of angry explanations and ego that was hurt? throughout this relationship, both are changing. you're just a little unrecognizable.
is the hurt piling up? is the resentment slowly blooming into rage and hatred? are you sure the love i was asking about still the same? is the flame slowly burning out?
"i love you very much,"
do you? do you still? has the warmth escaped your hands and placed them inside the pockets of your pants instead?
are you sure? is this the truth? with everything that's happened, i doubt you still feel the same about me.
if you told me you started loving me less the longer you stayed with me, i won't even be surprised anymore.
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letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetrya collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #1 in proses #7 poetry #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection book 3 of the poetic flowers series. other books : • a hurricane of blues • confessions i will never say and other...
