sometimes the inevitable

at first all is bliss,
little quirks brushed past with a kiss,
meeting regularly without a miss.

the talks were then funny,
new, exciting and witty.

and then your little glass bowl of reality shatter's.

what went wrong you ask?
everything went wrong, after a peek under her mask,
everything changed,
everything became just another task.

you look at you too,

and you see something different,

it was not meant to be you say,

but then again you changed too, it was apparent.