Temporary things never last.



Tis' why they are temporary.



Your love was temporary.





Like sugared gum. So sweet for the first few minutes.







Slowly turning into a depleted lump, burdening your tongue.

















But you spit me out.
I was determined to live with the tasteless blob, hoping it would morph back into something beautiful.













I guess I see why I was pulled from the inside.
I settled, yet I was still yesterday's trash.









My bubble burst.









Now it's only me left with the sticky mess.