My eyes observe the world in another way, after you,
knowing love isn’t merely a fairy tale,
after so many years of wondering.
I have a new threshold for beauty, after you,
darkness purveying over light,
fullness to frailty.
The words I let out are watched closely now, after you,
second guessed for why,
motivations questioned at depth.
Proclivities have returned to what they were, after you,
no other equaling what you drew from me,
flashes of lust that couldn’t hold their breath.
Common haunts are no longer that, after you,
our seat in the corner a memorial,
to times of passion, love and truth.
My voice has lost its pitch, after you,
together we didn’t have a sound,
my voice was merely breaths down your neck.
The words that pull themselves from my lips are different now, after you,
a boy wanting a girl will never change,
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