Dull

I felt my spark dying. 

But for you it was clinging on. 

The spark was getting brighter. 

You helped me shine. 

But pattern always repeat. 

And that spark started to become dull.

The girl who was just happy to say good morning to you. 

Now has to try to ignore you. 

I have to dull my spark again. 

To be palatable for you. 

You were the one I thought who liked me for who I am. 

But just like always, it’s never true.