Mournful Dust

This meeting here

Could very well be

The most difficult encounter,

I've ever had.

There is a good

And very probable chance though,

That you severely disagree.

It must be very easy for me

To watch you and I

Just slip and slowly fade away.

Is this really coming to an end?

I didn't expect it.

I didn't want it.

But my firm grasp

On the handle crumbled,

Disintegrated, and

Left mournful dust

In my hand.

I have no other options.

So, it must be done this way.

I'd rather it be quick,

And painless,

And easy,

More so on you than me.

Alas, it will neither be fast,

Nor pain free,

Nor simple

To break and sever our ties.

This bond

It started so strong.

Where did it all go wrong?

And why?

And how?

And when?

I thought love lasted forever....

Could endure perilous obstacles.

So, it's all just lies,

Romantic fairytales for the innocent to

Swallow,

Digest,

And, apparently, eventually

Shit out.

Only to keep the vicious cycle going

By regurgitating those despicable

Fantasies

To other unknowing dreamers .

Fuck it.

Yesterday this died.

-A bitter and horrid death.

Today it is buried.

-A cold and lonely funeral.

And Tomorrow I will resurrect it.

-Only to murder it again.