I am no longer infatuated.
I hate it.
I did not realize how filling it was
Until it was sated.

You do not intrigue me.
Neither of you.
I have no wish to speak to you now.
I am through.

It is worrying, the way I cease to care.
An unending cycle.
I'd raised you on a diamond pedestal.
Yet you still grew dull.

I've written poems dedicated solely
To my inability to describe you.
To describe you two.
I am through

I am empty, cold, and exhausted.
You are not warm.
Your pedestals have fallen
And I am forlorn.

violent
beating
our hearts
bleeding
together

go ahead
and run
for your
life
you know
I'll find
you again
but I can't
promise
I'll be
the same
person when
that happens

torture
stonewall
captive hearts
breaking
apart

so we
meet again
but now
we're standing
on opposite
fences
and I got
the feeling
I'm staring
down a barrel
you've got me
in your sights
but do you
have the guts
to pull
the trigger?

vacancy
strangers
familiar hearts
begin to forget
what it felt
like to not be
empty