losing interest.
is that it?
nothing new.
just the old ways you know a little too well.
you've seen her eat thousands of times, the food hanging out of her mouth no longer makes you laugh.
you've heard her laugh thousands of times, the little snort she does no longer makes you melt.
you've seen her naked thousands of times, the curves and individuality no longer excites you.
you've seen her smile thousands of times, the
happiness that beams from her face no longer extends to you.
you've seen her, heard her, touched her, tasted her- and nothing about her makes you feel alive anymore.
losing interest.
is that it?
you just didn't want it anymore.
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Kenadee's Poems
Poetryjust some poems that have kept me from realizing who i really am. poems about the boys who left me alone to lay in bed at 3am with puffy eyes and thoughts of unknowingness. poems about my best friend who has never given up on me. poem on the thin...
