A Love that Rose and Fell.
Once we shared a love that was virgin,
whole in all aspects,
that our flaws would never emerge,
and the love we intertwine,
will never break us apart.
A love that was a perfect rose,
with no imperfections,
Besides the too much of the perfection,
of a love we showed to the other.
We set aside our futures,
to reconcile with the other.
For longing past goals once seeded,
beliefs, we truly believed in,
were so easily forgotten.
We forgot,
about the seed that once created us.
We grew,
past the hope we once sowed for ourselves.
To only trumple upon,
the self-credence we tried to never cascade away from.
We made room for the other,
to be further from oneself,
from being ourselves,
to only be with one another.
The flows of love,
bring us together,
but toss the other,
away.
What was once your path,
joins into an amalgamation of our faith,
then, becomes a degradation of your future.
Our trust we interwoven,
becoming into the ebbing devotion of our love,
to simply be forgotten.
No longer are you the person you were,
no longer do you become the person you told yourself you would be,
for love has torn you apart.