the heaviness i feel
when we talk
the pressure on my shoulders
the constant voice in my head saying
"don’t do it, don’t fall in love"
i thought you were
my defender
you hauled me out from my dull life
and brought cloudless days
after a while
i assume you got bored
had enough of your "play toy"
and left
in the first few months
the atmosphere was ordinary
i think it was a couple weeks
until i finally realized
your image
disguise
charade
was just an illusion
you're actually gone
you're not who i believed to be
it'll never be the same
just another
-important-
segment of life