How often have I looked into your eyes?
Has that emotion always been there?
The one that explains the apathy I've gotten from you for so long...
No, it's a recent addition.
I used to see the interest- in who I was, who I wanted to be, who I was becoming.
There was a time when you could hardly wait to talk to me,
if only to tell me that stupid joke you had heard, or to tell me who you ran into at lunch.
You once loved to hug me, just simply hold me and listen to me breathe.
You once told me that I looked like an angel when I slept.
I've seen your trail of fallen angels...
Am I the next in line?