Silly love songs.

It is over.

To make art with words, so that your eyes could adjust, just as fast as your heart did when we both felt that it was over.

 A sudden period of grievance followed by a manic increase with the onset of it dropping eventually. 

I can sit here all day and think quite reasonably; my thoughts still remain rational, although they have stopped emitting out a sound. 

A sound that once connected us eternally. Can now only be heard through a speaker as we listen to silly love songs.