I'm not going to lie and say that we've been pink bubblegum crossed with stars, sweet blueberries with cream, or even spangled confetti on icing of the cake; because it's ashes now, what we might once have had, ashes tossed into the sea under bitter prayers and the curse that wishes don't come true. We were living a lie, me and you, and it's time for us to bury it under a gray slab, a monument erected as a testament to the tangles in our ropes and the deceit we chewed our way out of.

Shackles to shackles, lust to dust. I could gaze into your eyes forever but forever isn't real, and it's just a matter of time till everything shatters the urn I sealed you away in. The image of a desecration, the sacrilege of hope, entwining together and falling apart

(like the fragments of my heart)

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P.S: I have no idea what this is about.