Overthinking

Your eyes do not look at me
The same way they used to do.
There aren’t fireworks anymore,
They just stare at me. Numb.

Your lips do not pronounce my name
The same way they used to do.
Your lips of silk
When kissed, they get stiff
And they don’t say ‘I love you’
Anymore.

Your ears still hear
The sweetest of poems
When I recite them to you
While my ears are begging,
Hungry for love.

Your hands repel my touch,
They are clenched on a fist
Waiting for me to lower my guard.

Is the love fading? I constantly ask myself.
I try to deny it, but it is impossible not to.
I really miss the old you.
She loved me.

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Edgar M. Garcia
The Lark Publication

I like to write, mostly short stories and poems, some articles as well. Mexico. 18 years old.