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The first time I said "I love you", I couldn't help but cry because of the pain I would eventually have to endure further down the road

My toxic tears quickly flooded our feelings for each other, and in our veins the poison perpetually flowed

The last time I said "goodbye", I couldn't help but sigh because the weight had finally been lifted off of my shoulders and I felt as free and peaceful as a dove

Emancipating our relationship and detonating our dreams was supposed to ease the pain and liberate the heartache of falling in love



Love isn't something you forget

It's something similar to brushing your teeth or riding a bike

Setting my paper heart on fire and using the infernal flame to light my cigarette

Selfishly leaving the one I love for the one I merely like

And no, heartache isn't something you forget

It's something that can be compared to the pledge of allegiance or reciting a daily prayer

Living my life in the past draws true parallels to living my life in shame and regret

Pondering on all the mistakes I've made and all that could have been, for my broken heart will never repair



...Our bloodstained bliss will be buried and our atrocious animosity will aglow

Holding onto hate and heartache, letting love and loyalty forever go...



The first time you said "I love you too", you couldn't help but unleash a battle cry because of the pain and loneliness you would eventually confront further down our mistaken path

Your acid ocean of toxic tears tragically drowned our dependence for each other and left us alone to sink in the corrupted quicksand of our own atrocious aftermath

The last time you said "farewell", you couldn't help but kiss the grotesque ground and smile at the sinful skies above

Forfeiting our future and surrendering our salvation we assumed would abolish the anguish and eradicate the heartache of falling in love



Love isn't something you forget

It's something similar to killing one's confidence or a breach of trust

I grab the rusty razorblade and on my wrist I write your name while on my soul I trace your satanic silhouette

Egoistically eliminating the one I love for merely the one I lust

And no, heartache isn't something you forget

It's something that can be compared to another day, another shade of gray

A robot reciting "I love you" is as repetitive and emotionless as a chastised child reiterating the alphabet

Contemplating on all the question marks and wondering why the rights went so wickedly wrong, for we can never rewind to and relive yesterday



...Two soul mates will separate and unbreakable bonds will be annihilated as friend forever transforms into foe

Holdfast to hopeless heartstrings and heartache, letting true love perpetually go...