We wreck havoc on one another in the name of love. We leave inoperable scars upon each others souls and leave one another strangled for air, plundered of all vitals. We call this love, and we recycle these events, these feelings onto the next person without realizing that we are generating and regenerating feeble souls, stripped of their ability to love. What a tragedy love has become.
You must have kissed me a million times before , I thought to myself but today you kissed me and it was as if our lips did not recognize each other, and I couldn't even recall the last time you had kissed me. as I moved my lips and swirled my tongue, I realized our love was no longer young and we had grown apart without saying a word