I saw everything collapse.
Every single day I saw it fall apart.
Slowly.
The good morning texts weren't as frequent.
The I love you's took minutes instead of seconds.
Then they took hours.
I saw it coming down like the water in the shower.
Everything crashed down.
Like a haunted circus.
We were laughing and now we look like clowns.
We say we never saw it coming, but we both know we're lying.
We saw it coming.
But none of us spoke up.
We just held it in.
And it just caused brutal pain.
We started going down like the rain.
We just ignored the drizzle.
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February Ashes
Poesía❝From an everlasting flame, to a pile of ashes in the forest❞ A bunch of poems about how he met, fell in love with, desired, missed, broke, was broken by, hated, lost and got over the deepest love he ever felt. most impressive rank: #1 in poems.
