When did love rear its head and turn its back?
We were once very close friends, love and I.
We shared deep passion for one another, hazing our minds with a faint sense of happiness, whatever the circumstances.
Now I still see love laying right before me, but I no longer feel its heated passion.
The fiery touch that shocked my entire body has dulled down into a cold, piercing touch of steel, scraping through my very skin.
Now I gaze upon my former friend in hopes that it may return to me.
In my heart, I can feel that love is no longer with me, that it has left my body for whatever reason, abandoning me.
And so I wonder, who is this love that lays before me?
A traitor, maybe?
Or perhaps an imposter?
Regardless, I can not bring myself to look away and abandon what was once held so close to me.
I cling to hopes that have long ago shattered, filling my own mind with lies.
As hard as I try, I cannot face the reality that it is no longer here.
For if I were to do so, all fire would leave me until I were stone cold.
And, if I were to be left in such a position, I would inevitably shatter until I am no longer.