My Love

Not as nice as the title.

My love for you is cold
there is no fluttering
in my heart,
no butterflies
in my stomach

My love for you is stoned
written on a page
of a long forgotten notebook,
written with a pen
of blood red ink

My love for you is broken
twisted here and there
by the decieves,
the stupid games
we've played long ago

My love for you was spoken
so many times,
it's long ago lost its meaning
we're like a frozen statue now
so lovely, but unfeeling.