you once..

you once looked at me with eyes of admiration, as if your eyes have never and will never see somebody more beautiful. You once looked at me with a stare that could not be replicated or mimicked, as it was ripe with passion and ferver. I was yours and you were proud. You once boasted about me and took any given opportunity to say that I was yours. You loved me once. You wanted me once. You once held me with a grip so tight that my body quivered in your hypnotic hands. What happened to that? Did adders slither there way out my locks because, now, when you look at me, it's as if you've turned to stone. Your stare no longer reflects weakness for me but rather, it reflects icy hate. How could someone you once loved so deeply now be worse off than your wort enemy. How I long for that once. How I long to go back to that. You'll never really know because you have turned stone cold. You're a rock that can not be chizzled down. And now everytime you look at me a part of me dies. Those same eyes, those same hazel eyes, they were once my comfort. Now they're vapid pathways that lead me into a vacuum of self-loathing.