Stopped

I stopped caring five seconds before you said "I love you."
Feelings we were sharing stopped to ignore you.

I know I should've told you that I was loving you less and less.
Because the more those three words were pronounced, the more they made me stress.

I should've told you that I was in love with another man.
My intentions were to let you go but somehow I changed my plans.

Someway I thought that you would change back to who you were.
But the hope has sailed on and the new pain I can't defer.

I stopped feeling five minutes before you touched me.
I don't have the tingle I used to whenever you brush me.

I know I should have caught that hint that it was someone else.
But I turned a blind eye to the crime and now there's nothing left.

The man I have, the man I love, isn't you anymore.
You turned into someone I don't know, an open and shut door.

Whatever we called forever now has an end.
I never knew eternity could stop before it begins.

I stopped hurting five hours before you left my life.
You were supposed to be the one for me but we never held the dice.

Shut down emotions packed and lavished the trip with you.
Whenever I tried to bring them back to order they simply would refuse.

I wish that you had stayed the same. Had stayed in my arms.
Was the process of loving me just too much for your charms?

I stopped wanting five revolutions before today's meet.
I guess my heart stopped loving you just like you stopped loving me.


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