we fear change.

like how i don't love you anymore.
or how i don't need you
i don't look at you
the same anymore
i don't yearn for your touch
i despise it.
the words that flow from
your diseased lips
are never loving ones,
and i'm done pretending
that it was all ok.
because i know you
don't love me anymore,
and how you don't need me,
you don't look at me
the same anymore
and don't yearn for
my touch,
that doesn't bother me
as much anymore.
after all this time of me
tryingpushingpullinggiving
i've realized--
it was only me all along.
so let's end this dance
a dance of regret and lies
i've got it memorized
and i don't want to
anymore.