i've begun to think
that falling out of love
is easier
than falling in
ever was
the actual
falling out
the realization
that
the love simply seems
to have fallen
away
it's soul wrenching
that moment
when animosity is
forgotten
and the reality hits
that where once
was love
is only
tolerance
for when you
fall out of love
there isn't hate
but more
of an emptiness
hate is too strong
of an emotion
and
too close
to the love
falling out
is a nothing
an existence
merely
leaving a longing
for the moments of love
and the memories
of how beautiful
the falling in
was.