We were in love, once.
Now we merely coexist, our demise had no catalyst.
Like a ship submersed, veering for the rocks
We too submerged, love gurgled and we could not make it
stop.
We were in love, of sorts.
Or how I like to reminisce, it can’t be worse than this.
Too many sleepless nights, we never recompense
Tear-stained tissues, more fights, and now we reap the
consequence.
We were in love, perhaps.
No more joy or elation, just knife edged words of tense trepidation
I’m always the monster, the one you religiously despise
You fervently abhor, as I do nothing more, than tease or
antagonise.
But what is love, I ask?
This sorry moral construct, now we’re well and truly fucked
Just pain rehearsed, replayed, just pain repeated
Love has suppressed, I confess, I’m down and I’m defeated.