Broken

I wonder if you noticed you haven't even kissed me today.

With each passing day I'm getting more and more scared that maybe I've reached a point where I just
bore you.

No silly smiles or silly jokes. No random gropes and hugs.

I wonder what changed?

I haven't

You didn't either, but somehow your love for me became broken and I don't know how to fix it...or if
I should

She's free now. No more stones tied to her legs to hold her down and I see how you look at her.

I can't be her. I'm just me. I don't want to be her

As the days are passing my heart gets more broken every day. With every word said. With every kiss
not given.

I don't know how to fix me. I wonder what will happen when I'll break completely.

Will it hurt? Will I feel it? Or will I just be dead inside as the day I was when you found me?

Can't fix that. Maybe I was meant to be broken.