it hurt
looking at him hurt
it's like everyone around us
was living in fast forward
and we were living in this brilliant moment of clarity
where we were like
'this is it,
this is our life'
looking at everyone else around us rushing around like ants
but still it hurt
because life found our happiness and squeezed it dry
it found the beauty of us and murdered it
slowly
delectably
painstakingly
thoroughly
life murdered **us