when love turns sour

My love turned sour, my love was like milk it spoiled by the days. My love turned sour it was a mess i made. I stopped thinking about what made our love vital and fruitful and started treating you like a game. should i call now? should i text  spend all of our good days ignoring you because i didn't want to fix our mess. I stopped caring, stopped loving but i'm not to blame love is just something that happens..so why not treat it like it's a game? but it's not i had your heart in my hands and i claps them down i let the tears pour out of your soul but i guess i was just playing love and i was playing my role. I stopped caring stopped hugging stopped kissing but 'm not to blame. were the same. let's not put our emotions in this game but i felt the heat i saw the flames but still im not the one to blame.you got hurt but i didnt't come out unscaved i lost the greatest love of all but this time i am to blame