You see friends
I have pondered
for a multitude of time
of how love goes stale
and people drift away from what was once so pure

It's intimacy, isn't it?
You push the lovers together
so close that they see the cracks of skin
and the unsightly hairs
and the moles
and the stretch marks
and the unwelcomed halitosis

Remember when that person was made of stars?
When they bathed in oceans of milk and ate flowers
and their skin was made up of shredded moon
when you loved them from a distance
and couldn't wait to touch them
and possess them

Well now you do
and your dream is real
how does that feel?

I think that's how love goes stale.