solace || poetry

nineteen

when did the roses
that we held so close to our hearts
shrivel up, and die?

when did the happiness
that filled our days and late nights
turn into resentment and hatred?

when did the butterflies in my stomach
that fluttered every time i saw you
turn into a feeling of dread?

when did we finally realize
that we were no longer in love
but simply tolerating each other?