You've changed.
I don't have room to say that, do I?
I know I've changed too.
But there's a difference in changing for the better and for the worse,
and you, my friend, have chosen the latter.
If it's not in the way you move, it's in the way you speak.
It's in the way your heart has taken to another form- one less affectionate than before.

Who did this to you?
Was it me?

You used to light candles in darkness, but now you blow them all out. One by one. I wonder how it makes you feel.
One of those candles resides inside of me, you know.
Do you dare to blow it out?
Maybe my light will burn your lips before you can even gather the breath in your lungs to expel the force that brings death to my flame. Maybe you'll feel the pain as it is inflicted against your body and you'll think to yourself;

"I've changed."

Maybe one day that self realization will hit you. And maybe that will be the day that you realize;

You were wrong.

I want to pull away from this. From you. I want to just stop and act like we never got close. I want to act like you never became my rock. I want to pretend like you don't know how to make me smile
or laugh when I don't want to. I want to do this because I am afraid. Afraid of falling in love with you even when I know you would never feel the same in return. Afraid to get my heart broken. Afraid to once again get hurt. Afraid to put my faith in someone else. I am so afraid.

"but i don't see you how
the rest of the world sees you,"
he said as the tears fell from her eyes.
"...and it's a **** shame that the world took such a beautiful girl
and broke her down the way that it did."
she opened her eyes
and asked him,
"how do you see me
if not through the same eyes as everyone else?"
to which he replied,
"i saw your soul before i saw your skin...

...and so suddenly my idea of beauty became much different."

But darling,
those flowers will die one day
no matter how much you care for them.
No amount of sun,
or water,
or love
can keep them alive forever.
And I,
I am one of those flowers.
My time is coming,
so let me wilt.