Poetry · Relationships

This place doesn’t make sense

Suddenly, The streets are tedious. The traffic is unbearable. The coffee is tasteless. The outings are more like obligations. The mornings are gloomy. The afternoons are unplanned. The nights are void of any excitement. Suddenly, My hands are cold. My mind is composed. My skin doesn't tingle. My heart doesn't flutter. Suddenly, What was once… Continue reading This place doesn’t make sense