You know it's over when the scents you used to love now starts to stink.
        How once you adored every brief blow of air as it bled from his neck- as it drugged you like that favorite dose of ecstasy that always sent you to forbidden dimensions you never thought existed.

      When the touch of corrupted flesh once warm- like a dip in a hot spring in the middle of autumn now feels like an avalanche of arctic winds.

        And the eyes that once stared down at you with fascination and lust, now drowns you with depths of apathy.

        Looking back to the countless wasted midnights you both once shared and how you wrecked yourself every night in the memory of it, now you cant even remember why your heart throbbed for him in the first place.