As I look at the same photographs that made me feel warm inside just last night..
I realize that they make me feel nothing.
I realized the deception and I feel nothing.
I just see a pale face.. and dark eyes, no life left inside them.
There is no flutter inside me.. not even anger.
I no longer see the love that would flood those eyes.
I lay here, where I laid before, feeling nothing.
Hoping to just wither away, to feel better in a few days.
