It's so funny to me,
seeing young love broken,
tossed up and shattering into a million pieces
as it hits the ground.
Because somehow,
that's exactly what I want.
I don't care if one day it's left outside in the rain,
or if it's thrown into a fire with a cold, calculating hand.
I don't care how or why,
because I know it will end one day.

What I doubt is if it will ever begin.