A new thing?

by: all on black

I’ve become a prisoner of your routine.
A part of your day,
you find disinteresting and standard.

A period of time spent that’s predictable.

I’ve tried to free myself from this roll.
To make you remember,
there’s feeling in every kiss.

But you just end up more detached.

I’ve never liked being equated to.
A sport you play,
or a chore you do after school.

But because of our comfort in each other,
I still hold you in high regards.