Realization of an indiffinate truth.

Heartbreak is an unfortunate thing. Facing reality is worse.

Something should be made clear.

You did not break me,

Only for a little while.

But this small endeavor did not make me forget where we stand.

There's too much chaos for this to proceed.

Too much suffering to move forward with what we sought out in the first place.

Your 'please' had me holding on for my life.

Thinking that you would remember what you were without.

This was never too deep to heal.

But for now, I can't hold on to what could have been.

You're just the same as every part of me that you took along for the ride.

Inconsistent, and gone.

Don't think for one second that I'll be here to catch you when no one else can.

This is history, The rest if us is best left in the past.

We will stay there.

For what you made happen.

You have contorted this affection to a sickly disease that i've been left with.

Letters and a photograph, already aged in time.

Nothing left but a good bye, with scars unhinged from the lasting memories of you and your strings attached to my never ending unconditional love for you and what could have been.

Forcefully leaving you where you unfortunately belong, locked away in my memory.

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[Smitten Drive]

Well said.