His eyes once hypnotized me, their light crystal blue pools gliding over me, make me feel weightless; now they repulse me, their unfamiliar cold blue daggers breaking me with each glance. They let me know the end is near.
His arms once held me securely to him throughout the night, making me feel safe; now I cringe when they extend my way, as if they might suffocate me with false love should they lock around me. They let me know the end is near.
His words once served as a form of comfort to me, they would lull me to sleep and cause my heart to skip a beat; now they make me doubt everything I ever knew to be true, they force me to swallow my better judgment and trust that what he feels towards me is still love. They let me know the end is near.