I lay my eyes on you today and resent and remorse are shot through my bones. The sound I craved that is released from your mouth is now just noise. The color of your eyes I had memorized but now I struggle to remember how warm the shade of brown you possess is. I had laughed at all of your jokes, no matter how silly or irrelevant, and now I’m sick of the same punchline and outcome. Your once sparkly and undefeatable smile now dulls my heart, for I have seen brighter and sweeter. Your once soft skin resembles that of a cactus for I attempt my best to prevent any form of contact with you. Your once incredible bed head hairstyle now bores me as much as your personality. I observe and note down mentally the love you’ve shared with myself, with others, and now with your permanent lover. Nothing appears different, not even the slightest. You've yet to change your affection, but you've only changed the who. Similar in many ways, you’re repeating love with a different name. How is it that I believed in every step of what we used to endure that I, in your eyes, was irreplaceable, unattainable to others for you were mine forever, that I was your soul mate, that we were perfect? You now repeat similar if not exact words to another and it baffles me. Does your conscience ever lurk through your heart of stone, with the memories of what was? Do the voices in your head ever speak to you in the middle of night like mine? Two hearts, two minds, similar in purpose yet diverse in what we choose to pursue.