I guess I’m not art to you anymore

I go and get a new haircut,

I get compliments and feel like I’m glowing,

But then you see me, and barely say anything, just a simple “looks nice” response.

I’m with you in the car, remembering about the times you would stare at me,

Remembering how you would caress my cheek and place your arm on my legs.

Now all you do is look straight ahead, and when I notice you looking at my direction, it is to look at something else.

I ask myself if this is how love is,

Is love suppose to be all about accepting that the flame can sometimes be off?

Do you notice how my eyes glitter when you suddenly surprise me with the gestures I love from you?

Why do I only matter most to you at night?

Is it because it’s close to bed time? Because you don’t have the energy to communicate?

If I’m being honest, I have to also accept hard truths,

I know we aren’t married, but the day a wedding comes, I feel it in my heart that you won’t be jumping over the clouds.

I don’t care if I get the attention of other men,

They can call me beautiful, a princess, gorgeous, but,

I want it all from you.

Biggest fear? It would be that you and I break up, and all the things I asked of you, you do it for another person.

Your “I love you responses” feel empty now.