The End.

But darling,

Love was an idea

That was agreed upon

Never did one truly care

To think about all our wrongs

As a path of destruction formed

Right in front of us, devouring all

 

We ever loved.

Remember the saying Love is blind? Well, it’s true. You never see the destruction of something until you’re out of it, and everything plays in your head like a broken record. While never really understanding why you didn’t see these signs before. But it’s over, and the destruction has already taken it’s place. It’s too late to fix anything now…. Right?

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