Used to

Searching for positive attributes describing the one I used to love
but all that remains is a faint residue of leftover feelings.
Battered and bruised
Ignored and abused
A lost friendship
The love that used to burn with the fire of a thousand suns
is now just hell.
And the nicest thing that I can say about the once rhythm of my heart,
Lion of my soul,
is that I used to.
But I don’t remember why.
And all that’s left
is indifference.

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