Is it me who has changed?

Or do u feel so..since to your whims i no longer bend

What am i to u? Wat u r to me?

The definition changes as time ticks away and we choose to believe only what we see

Promises made once no longer hold true

The golden colors that once filled every shared moment have turned to an arid ecru

N i am left wondering

Why is it me who bears the onus of carrying the carcass of all that we were?

Here i thought it was a half and half but it seems you are not to be accounted for

I am heartless u say

It is good in a way...i must slowly aspire to be one

It is time..for far too long and far too often i have been the heartful one..