Used To Be

The texting, the talking, the phone calls,
would it kill us to do them over
and over again
without losing interest in one another?

The flirting, the blushing, the giggling,
what would it cost us
to keep them as constant
as day and night
without doubting each other's might?

The kissing, the touching, the mingling,
why is it fading?
We used to love it,
now we getting used to loving it
so much now that it feels useless

We used to fall asleep
in each other's arms,
now we losing grip of each other's palms.

Why do we slumber in love?
Why deeply fall inlove
to fall deep asleep in it?
We growing weary of ourselves,
we getting tired of showing love,
we losing interest not in each other
but in working hard to keep us together.

It's a tragedy, it wasn't planned,
it's new, it's different,
it's ridiculous and it pisses me off.

This is not what we used to being used to.
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