we have become masters of creating moments we find perfect to exist in
but impossible to preserve

Two people
Torn together
Then torn apart
Now trying to forget the same memories and piece themselves together again,
Separately

i followed you into the sunset
it darkened us both after burning us numb
we called it
love

I do not know what happens now
I did not expect you to see the ugliest parts of me and want to kiss them
I am scared of your kind of love and
I do not know what happens now

In search to belong, I wanted to exist in your hell
You denied me
And helped me design mine instead