Do you think he means it to hurt this much?
Is love a fault of nature or the very binding of it?
Beauty is a treacherous thing.
every flower wilts,
all the young age,
everything dies.
Nothing lasts.
not even "love"

it will be a very long time
before i stop thinking of your lips
every time
i hear the word
*"kiss"

The loss of innocence is harsh,
I used to find nothing lasts forever
a terrible thing
I was dreaming for a happy ever after.
But that's different now.
I find it comforting,
to know one day the waves will no longer hit the shore.
The birds will fall silent.
The stars will be lonely,
for lack of admirers.
The whole universe will one day die.
Human existence doesn't matter,
not one bit.
and I love that thought.
Its all fleeting and small,
like a movie trailer for a film you'll never see.
But not all is lost,
not the things we feel,
because they live in the depths of our souls.
and no matter what happens
that place is completely and utterly impenetrable.

It's not like you just wake up and say,
"I feel like being miserable today."
It starts so subtle that you still think you're okay,
Then drags you down little by little every day.
You notice that who you were is fading away,
As it slowly molds you to its liking like clay.
By the time you realize the damage, it's too late.
It has already taken a hold of you, along with your fate.