Fallen love
I remember loving the real you.
I remember the feeling of your touch and I remember your warm embrace. I remember my heart would flutter, every time I saw a smile upon your face.
I can still remember the sweet whispers as we held each other tight. I remember listening to your heartbeat, while laying next to your chest at night.
Either I would be holding you or you would be the one that was holding me. But either way it went, being with you was like living out a dream.
The bond we had created was stronger, than anything I had felt before. I knew the moment I fell in love with you, I'd keep coming back for more.
And once you opened up that door, I never wanted it to close. But I saw I had become complacent, if the truth was to be told.
And though I fell in love with your soul, I couldn't love who you pretended to be. The only time I ever saw the real you anymore, was when you were with me.
You kept trying to pretend to be someone who you really never were. Covering up your true beauty, until the real you became just a blur.
And I know that it seems absurd that my love for you just wouldn't stay. But only because who I fell in love with was slowly beginning to fade away.
And then came the day when I no longer saw you inside those eyes. And it was in that moment that I truly knew our love had began to die.
I questioned myself why, but obviously I already knew the reason. Whoever it was you were trying to be, wasn't the lover that I had been seeking.
There were no more rewards for reaping, since the real you went away. And that's why my love had died at the moment I saw you began to change.