Separate

I care about you as much as you seem to care about me,

So really,

I don't care at all.

 

 

There's only so much a heart can take and eyes can see,

In reality,

There's nothing there.

 

 

I find all feelings I had have gone numb, unburdened,

Chillingly,

My body withers.

 

 

The scissors to snip the thread have been sharpened,

And finally,

You twang and break.