I've stopped loving you.
It happened a while ago,
And somehow I missed it.
I can't believe it.
I thought I never would...
Am I happy now?
I don't remember what happy is.
Was happiness before you,
Or during you?
It certainly wasn't after you,
That much I am sure.
I stopped loving you.
I didn't think it was possible.
I didn't forget though.
No, I could never forget.
Everything about you,
And what you left me with
Pain, loneliness, heartbreak.
But then I started thinking,
"Why am I hanging on?
What am I waiting for?
To be rejected
And hurt all over again?"
And then...
I stopped loving you.
