How things used to be was lovely, loving.

Like when I was younger, and you were kinder

Like flowers in a yearning field,

Or the stain of lipstick after a kiss planted.

I got older and you grew distant, 

Like blueberries aging to be overripe.

Night skies won't work to be a protective cover,

and keep impending failure away much longer

This calm serenity can never stay,

Not forever when you so strongly changed.

Now I'm much older and red blood bleeds,

From both our hearts with scorching heat.

The pain you cause blooms fuscia and bright, 

As something I'll never forget.

Your eyes so cold, long gone and hard like stone,

Shall never lift the heavy weights

You place upon my shoulders.

As you drain my soul, 

To fill my head with hate and with loneliness.