Everything That Was, Will Never Be Again

With every day moving forward, with every conversation and realising we're growing apart. I will never feel anything close to what I used to feel, I wrote this feeling like I was on my knees. I've been on my knees for months now... It's not going away, It's not getting easier. They said writing about it would help me cope, they said I'll start looking for something else. They were all so wrong... what's left of me is taking forever to heal, or feel anything apart from hopelessness. It's not easilly distracted, it's not a void that can just be filled.

“Everything That Was, Will Never Be Again”

No more terms of endearment
No more glowing hellos
No more long goodbyes
No more blissful memories
No more good times
No more conversations
No more reminiscing

No more mutual feelings
No more same mistakes
No more raising voices
No more tear-filled times
No more breaking down
No more looking forward
No more holding back

No more bright futures
No more feeling extremes
No more positivity
No more hopes and dreams
No more pretty things
No more fidelity
No more empathy

No.

More.

Love.

No more time for each other
No more hanging out
No more hearts on sleeves
No more feeling free
No more honesty
No more listening
No more sympathy

No more ‘it’s so easy’
No more happiness
No more good night’s sleep
No more bonds between
No more looking out
No more looking in
No more anything

No more wondering why
No more reasons to try
No more wanting more
No more what we ‘are’
No more ‘what we can be’
No more you
No more me

No.

More.

Us.