You leave breadcrumbs

What once was heartfelt expresssions

Of interest and desire

Is now nothing more

Than regulatory processes

Just to keep me around

Bombs in the beginning

Of love, passion, heat

Have now fizzled out

To nothing more

Than a cancerous lump

Of anxiety and worry

Of whether you truly do care

Or if you have grown complacent

Thinking no more work

To show me you love me

Is required

I should not have restless nights

Wondering why I don’t feel good enough

Why I think I am nothing more

Than a hole to fill

Whether that’s in your own heart

Or for something else