Ah yes, indeed she loved once.
But in time, all things crumble and fade.
Sinking into the bottom of our hearts,
To be fed upon by more destructive emotions.
Fear and despair now walk hand in hand with
Desire for love.
Warping its purity and changing the hope it casts into
Bitterness and dread.
Not Again, it whispers. Dripping, poisoning.
Making something into nothing.
When all falls into dust, and nothing remains but misery,
The last thoughts of love will be silenced.
A yawning chasm, a shell of what was once
Beautiful and filled with light.
Wasted away by Love and Sadness.
But I am not her.