Ink on paper,
feelings melt with words.
Somehow I can't seem to make that connection
anymore.
I once was an optimist.
Wind in my hair,
the world at my fingertips.
One day I just couldn't find my heart
anymore.
I haven't always been so careless.
Hopeless romanticism
to empty gazes and hollow hearts.
I don't know much about anything
anymore.
I used to be good at this.
Selfless love
met heartache and stinging veins.
And now? I don't feel anything for you
anymore.
