Gone Away

I want to pretend that there isn't anything wrong, that we are living a storybook romance. But the truth of the matter is we've grown to hate each other. Who knew that it could take so long to feel the crippling of poison setting into a wound, when you never even knew it was there? The burning passion, yearning to be in one anothers arms, the love that was so strong it was almost tangible... It used to be like that, but now what is it? Is it just a lie we sit through day by day because we can't think of a real reason of why it isn't working out? So we make up excuses that sound better than the truth? Maybe we aren't meant to be. But who am I to make that decision because sometimes I wonder if it's just me...