It's disarming how easily one falls
back into the mundane
Suffocating slowing
Unaware that dying is taking place
Intensities subside
Passions extinguish
And who we once were passes away into nothingness
Transformed unconsciously into a hybrid of collaborated fantasy and yearning
The wanting to be loved sincerely
Replaced by simply being loved in a tired form
I take my place in the scheme
Too afraid to move
But I'm not in love