“Our love was an hour glass.
Each grain was a memory lived so perfectly and full of love.
Time was seeping through my hands and I didn’t realize it.
As the last grain fell and settled down below, our love stopped.
Everything started falling apart.
In the chaos of the moment It finally dawned on me.
We were dancing in a fairy tale that was fabricated.
But even so I wanted to keep waltzing on the sand with my bare feet and her in my arms.
Sadly I couldn’t dance anymore.
My feet bled and I crumbled as my soul wore out.
I had to face the truth.
Your love was poisonous, toxic some would say.
It Destroyed me from the inside, Making me weak and fragile.
And Love, my dear you ****.“