Endings alike beginnings,
all are scary and hard.
Losses alike winnings,
both will leave us scarred,
with new name burned in mind,
and fingers crossed.

There never was a happy ending.
Not for us. Not even apart.
But the time we spent spending,
in our pointillistic art:
So beautifully bare - and
like broken sieve.

And so with air in our chests,
we meet for the last time.
Lovers, strangers, and guests -
committing innocent crime.
Suddenly we're both left behind.
Suddenly we're both lost.

Wilted willows are gently weeping.
Farewell then - my cypress flower.
My depressed beauty with trouble sleeping.
My either too hot or too cold shower.
My princess of despair.
My will to live.