Sweetness

I remember when I’d send you songs. Songs that expressed my joy, hope, and love. And you’d just say “oh that’s sweet”. Then move on from that feeling I tried expressing in my obvious yet not in your face. I felt the music, the beats, the essence and would send it to you in hopes that you’d sense the same feelings I did. And my songs and playlists were met with apathy. I sent my warning signs. Sadder and sadder the playlists got. I set myself further and further away. And you wonder where the sweetness went. You wonder where my hope flew off to. And if you really wanted to you would have caught it in your hands, before that feeling left. You would have nurtured it. And felt what good things could have come. But that sweetness, turned cold and bitter. And all I’m left is with this empty pot of a feeling that I now realize will always be a cold abyss.