Brink of Irony

Harsh words delivered in soft whispers; Your fingers caress my face

Apologizing, not recognizing; Your fist still in my chest

Cold tears run down; My heart burns

Love turns to Hate

We are DONE

You, Me

Not One


Take Off

Me, You

Not meant TO BE

Night turns to Day

Bridges burn down in the rain

Recognizing, but not apologizing for the way I reacted

Strangers on the brink of irony; Lovers that were destined to meet

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