Our love was a high
that had an expiration.
We knew that good-bye
was an expectation.

We were so quick to fall,
but it was so hard to let go.
I wish that it all
could last longer and grow.

But here we are, a mess,
of emotions exploding,
and unneeded stress
piling on and loading.

Upset and depression.
Anger and hate.
Blame and aggression.
Insults and berate.

I don't like this feeling.
I was it would leave.
Slowly I'm healing
and will no longer grieve.