The scene is changing...
And the romance is fading.

We are two people in the same room.
Who have nothing to talk about.

Silence is our new conversation.
Maybe we just aren't listening enough.

The rain has made the day seem dreary.
And my socks are soaking wet.
The dog is muddy now.
He needs a bath.

What happened to our spark?
The dates seem lonely.
Dinners seem cold.
The nights end early.

We lie there holding each other...
But to me it doesn't feel the same.

As if I am just there.
Not as your lover.
Not as your friend.

Just...
Someone to hold.

Everyone around me says it is not abuse.
That the love we have is worth fighting for.

Even though I am told what to wear.
How to speak.

I am the bad person.
I am the one making up lies they say.
It's not abuse they say.
I'm just overreacting.

And maybe I am...
But I never feel happy anymore.
As if my soul has already left my body.

So many tears are shed every day.
Depression brings thoughts of suicide.

I think about it daily.

I went to bed alone last night.
He didn't care that I was upset.
He didn't care to talk to me.
He just wanted to watch television.

Maybe I am being overly sensitive.
Some say I have someone else in mind.

But I really don't.

Some say I'm just bored with my relationship.
I don't think I am.

I have dreams of driving away and never looking back.
I'm scared to leave.

Emotionally drained.
I am not me anymore.

I am someone who has been molded for someone else.

I feel lost...
As if this love no longer feels real.
Like we are losing chemistry.

You no longer say hello when I walk through the door...
Even when I say it first to you.

I feel ignored.
I feel like the passion has left.

The dishes are still ***** even though you said you would do them...
The house is messier than I remember it being.

I'm torn.
Between loving you.
And leaving you.

Do I know you?

That question shouldn't affect me and yet it does...
I don't need to answer it.

And yet I feel as though I am one of the faceless people.
The ones that you pass every day not knowing their names.

But they knew mine.
We had conversations.

And yet I'm the one standing here trying to make myself seem like something more than I was.

I was invisible.
To all of them.

I see that now.

The clocks seem dead.
My mind spins.

Everything is where it should be.

The stars seem to sparkle brighter than the eyes you once mirrored me with.
I look at everything in a different light where the shadows cannot follow.

The light always swallows up the dark.

But I still have a fear of the darkness within us.

What makes us this way?

Tea and coffee always gets cold with good conversation.
But in an awkward meeting, we sip just to avoid speaking.
Burning our mouths once and awhile.

My tea has stayed hot lately.

I find myself looking at an empty cup constantly with you.

When did this happen?

I’ve realized that I day dream too much.

Of this perfect scene of tea and coffee…
All by myself until I look up and see a smiling face.

With that sparkle in their eyes of something new.

Something worth cold tea and coffee

The thunder starts to sing…
Lightning strikes a move like a poised ballerina.

Rain falls like passion in the middle of hot romance.

Seaweed along shore doesn’t seem to mind the nectar from above.

One lonely ship at sea.
The rain kisses every inch of her.

Wind whispers sweet nothings into her sails.

The most invigorating feeling has come over her.
But alas, her sails begin to drop.

The feeling is long gone now.

She presses forward searching for it once more…

The moon shines brightly above her.
She moves forward.
Wanting to touch it…
Wanting to feel it’s beam of greatness upon her.

She swims further away from land.

Her sails still lifeless.

The shore becomes a line of electricity now.

Soon, it is no longer in sight.