The quality our love is no longer HD
It feels as if my bare soul has been exposed to the world. Humanity is quietly laughing at me; taunting me because I failed to see what the world was blatantly trying to show me, but babe you started a fire in my heart and you didn't even have the courtesy to leave an extinguisher and now I fall asleep in a bed of ashes.
Our love is November. You can see our beautiful leaves start to fall off the trees as they slowly lose their colour.