The road we travelled on together converged into different paths, you burnt the candle on both ends and then cried as you felt my wrath. No more holding hands, or dancing in the dark; we will never make amends as our love was damaged from the start. You carelessly confused what we had for something good, deep inside I knew that I was the only one that understood. I celebrate the impending departure of my pain and suffering, no longer required to stay put like a bird with a broken wing. I will always reign supreme as victory courses through my veins. You can now let go and release me from your reins. I am no longer a child, your services are no longer needed in my life. You were often the jailer that teased me with freedom but instead you covered me in sin and offered me nothing but strife. I feel defiled as I walk through the streets, wondering how I ever let this get so out of hand. There was once a time when I assumed you were my ticket to the promised land. Now, instead, I sit in a daze, hurting myself as my world is ablaze. The tempestuous fire burns throughout the night, setting fire to everything it catches in its sight. I refuse to wait for you to increase the damage that you have caused. In every story that you wrote, I was your antagonist; this defamation ensued for too long, as I fought harder to resist death's tempting kiss. I covered my windows and locked all my doors, rebuilt my walls and shut you out once more. Now that I have left you crawling in the dark, I hope you can see that it is time to disembark. Abandon your baggage, it makes you look uglier than you are; yet you still believe that you are as élan as wine and caviar. Follow me into a world that is devoid of you, filled with colour yet seldom blue. You were the reaper that I refused to fear, as I bid you adieu and disappeared.
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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