I'm not sure if I don't love you anymore. I don't think about you. You don't haunt my dreams and my waking thoughts like you used to. Life feels like it's taken on an almost greyscale. I wake up, I shower and brush my teeth, I go to work. Every day is the same. I stopped having dreams altogether. For months it was the same, I didn't even know I'd fallen into a monotony. They say if you do something to change your vision, your perception, your mind grows accustomed to it. If you wear wear splotchy glasses, eventually they will seem clear to you. That's how I felt. Until I saw you again last night. It's like all the lights in the room dimmed and the colours on your dress became super saturated. You looked so... Alive. And I had to remind myself that I didn't love you anymore. I had to remind my palms to stop sweating, my heart to stop beating so fast. My breath to catch.
I'm not sure if I don't love you anymore, and I'm not sure if I want to anyways.
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