Feelings start slipping
through gaps
made by the questions
leaving burn holes in my head.
Made by the nothing
that I know
of what you do,
while I sit here loving you.
Wondering how long ago
you started slipping,
and how the hell
it took so **** long to notice
I'm slipping too.
All I can do
is look back
to miss what i felt
**when there was nothing to know.
before i knew nothing.
its like that shift between the moment there is truly nothing wrong, to the moment you've been wronged and don't know it, to the moment you realize you've been wrong and then you wonder where exactly things changed, and how long you were wrong about thinking things were right. that **** ****** me off. i want to know exactly how many days i should feel foolish for loving you.