Little Less Love


Having to watch the person
You love the most
Slowly start to lose interest in you
It starts a little
But you can’t point it out
Things have become different
Everything feels slightly off
You can hear it
You can even see it
You think it’s maybe you…
You start thinking
About every single thing
May it be big or little
Wondering what you did
And where it went wrong
And about how
You could maybe fix it?
It starts off with these little things
And then it starts…
It starts tearing you apart
You feel that your not good enough
And that breaks you up
You know it’s coming
And you know you can’t do anything
The aching does not stop
Instead intensifies
Till your left with nothing
But emptiness from within

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