Numbered

"My days of walking by your side are numbered,
The love you have is not what I am looking for.
I am just there,
You have no try,
We are barely making it by.
You always making me cry,
You are cold,
You are mad,
You are hostile,
I have lost faith in us,
You have lost it in us.
We no longer thrive on each other,
We hardly survive being together.
We have become a burden to each other,
Losing which once was a rare love,
Some of the truest kind.
Now we are just a rarity to one another
Now you have lost me and yourself."

©Rudi Jensen