saturday night dates
turn to tv dinners
you forget when the last time
he surprised you with roses was
you no longer wake up
to make him breakfast before work
he no longer calls you
in the middle of the day
unless, of course,
it's to remind you to pick up his laundry
dressing up
is limited to social gatherings
you're in your jammies when he gets home
*** becomes routine
it's no longer passionate, more like a tiresome duty
your **** lingerie is pushed to the back of the closet
& truthfully, he doesn't seem to care much
you'd rather be on the phone
than talking to each other
you don't crave him the way you did
he's no longer interested in the world inside your head
*"how was work?" "fine"
"how are you?" "okay"*
he tells you he loves you
but it doesn't mean much anymore
honestly speaking, its all become a bore
being with him just means more chores
i guess that's the thing about love
it wears out
the magic can only last so long
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 4:58 AM UTC
saturday night dates
turn to tv dinners
you forget when the last time
he surprised you with roses was
you no longer wake up
to make him breakfast before work
he no longer calls you
in the middle of the day
unless, of course,
it's to remind you to pick up his laundry
dressing up
is limited to social gatherings
you're in your jammies when he gets home
*** becomes routine
it's no longer passionate, more like a tiresome duty
your **** lingerie is pushed to the back of the closet
& truthfully, he doesn't seem to care much
you'd rather be on the phone
than talking to each other
you don't crave him the way you did
he's no longer interested in the world inside your head
*"how was work?" "fine"
"how are you?" "okay"*
he tells you he loves you
but it doesn't mean much anymore
honestly speaking, its all become a bore
being with him just means more chores
i guess that's the thing about love
it wears out
the magic can only last so long
