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The photo you took
and then gave to me
still hangs framed
above the altar,
next to the calendar.
Should I have taken it down
when your words slipped away?
Perhaps.
But it hangs as a reminder
to hope
for Lovely, Wonderful,
Improbable things.
duhastnach Feb 2015
I believed you
When you said that
It's you and me against the world

I was blinded by the thought
Of you and me fighting them
Side by side, with our hands intertwined
And our hearts as one

I tore down my walls
And built my dreams around you
Now I'm stuck in this nightmare
Breathing only anger
And self loathing
Delusional of the primer -
That this can be salvaged

You and I
We are too far gone
This, The us
We have and always been
Improbably fated
So I'm stuck in this dysfunctional relationship. I don't even know why I'm staying. I need to get out of this mess soon, this is slowly wasting me away.

— The End —