Hitting the 180

Cold blanks approach us:
And it’s getting scary.
The silence, once used to be bliss,
Amidst our fiery passion,
Now it’s just stark cold,
Aftermath of our heated discussion.
 
Oh dear, where did we go wrong?
When did we hit a 180?
Your beautiful brown eyes,
That held only love for me,
Now give me an icy stare,
Laced with pure rage, even hatred.
 
Your hands that touched me,
With the utmost tenderness,
Now land on me with such force,
That I lose consciousness.
When did you stop loving me?
Can we still be salvaged?

For NaPoRiMo Day Eight. We were required to use a line or even a word that stands out from tweet snippets.

Cold blanks approach us:

— Sylvia Plath Bot (@SylviaPlathBot) April 7, 2020

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