It starts in the depths of my soul <br />With time, the feeling grows <br />And eventually begins to show <br />Something I can’t keep in check, hold in tow <br />The masquerade’s gone on too long <br />Taken one too may bows, sunk too low <br />Here’s my chance to let you know <br /> <br />Your gaze towards me loses its luster <br />Your touch grows cold <br />It’s time to move on to greener pastures <br />Charades can be fun, but even they get old <br />Better late than never, courage I’ve finally mustered <br />To say you no longer fit my life’s mold <br /> <br />Once amorous attachment’s <br />Turned to stoic detachment <br />Unlike a play, for us, there’s no encore <br />No re-enactment, no room for more <br />It pains me to shut the door <br />But a relationship shouldn’t feel like a chore<br /><br />Tatyana 'Churlish Cherub' Almeida<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-break-up-21/
