I tried to be assertive, to give all that I had to give. But you ripped out my insides, made me lose my will to live. I ran out of the fight so long ago, like a boxer whose retired, no longer a pro. I bid my friends adieu, as I submitted solely to you. Played the game you loved so much, only to feel the smoldering burn of your fiery touch. The desire to continue in this foolish escapade, rots my stomach and makes it turn like a poisoned game of charades. Your love was a revolver and I was your easy target, life became so much harder as I retaliated against the venom that you would spit. I persisted in my attempts to break the chains that were so binding, but alas my efforts were in vain as our bittersweet love story kept unwinding. I was just trying to love you, yet my efforts were to no avail. Your elusive symphony was orchestrated and successful without fail. You made it much too difficult for such an unrequited love to prevail. You drank greedily of my wine as violinists desperately attempted to recount our sorrowful tale. Like a Roman tragedy, our audience saw what we refused to disavow. I wish you had allowed yourself to show me that you are wiser now. With raised brow, I vowed to never again be so naive. I apologize for hurting you, and stealing your innocence off of your sleeve. I hope there is forgiveness between us in the distant future. My heart will not heal right as long as I keep tearing out these sutures. I cannot accept that this just might be the end. I silently wept and grieved the loss of my dearest friend. Your secrets will be kept and held inside until our love will mend. Then I will whisper them into your lips once more, as love will always transcend. Your beauty was so immense, it was reminiscent of cathedrals in Florence. Like life underneath the Tuscan sun, I can imagine the life we could have had full of such magnificence. Had I appreciated all the gifts you had inside, I am certain that the romance between us would have increased and never died. I was a tumour so malignant, as I spread evil throughout your world. Cancerously, I attacked all that you would adore. In the end, I am forced to accept that this vicious love is not one to be restored.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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