He's loving me more, I'm loving him less.
I thought we would have worlds colliding,
But tonight I see the other side.
When love isn't felt, love isn't shared.
The bitternes of cumbersome is flared.
His voice doesn't bring
Those mushy feelings anymore.
Worlds colliding would have a better chance.
I'm holding my dark stance.
I hate to end what might have been,
But you are too much like a friend.
This poem was written on July 29th, 1999
