I wrote you so many poems, dear. My feelings towards you never the same At the start you were what Love Is And suddenly I realize I don't miss you. But miss you? I did, because I'm addicted to your lies. We know what killed our love, distance. Though that stupid little turtle necklace still meant so much. Our phone calls were wonderous, though they ended so sudden. So when a sudden text arrives from you I stare at my screen in shock "I'm moving back in three weeks" My heart suddenly stops beating Not of fear Or love Anger Or sadness But confusion What will become of us? My heart bleeds a rainbow of emotion I don't know what I feel any more. The fine lines between happy and sad The lines between love and loathe Dissolve in an instant as I still stare. I could cry and laugh and scream Because whatever we are now We'll never be the same again.