Almost 6 years, 
Gone,
Small disagreements, 
Became big, 
Little things, 
That are of no consequence, 
Become mountains, 
Insurmountable to pass, 
Anger flourished, 
Where love once grew, 
And a garden of roses, 
Became nothing but thorns, 
All due to insecurities, 
and whispered words, 
because we weren't the way we should,
Things were damaged, 
A little broken,
It wasn't understood, 
So it went unspoken, 
The fuel that gave our love its fire, 
Turned out to be nothing more, 
Then unfulfilled desires.