Toxic

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Our love was like a painting - timeless
and us not being together
looked like a colourless empty canvas.
Your smile was the thing
I always yearned
but things weren't the same
when you returned.

What happened to us?
My love, I'm sorry
I couldn't take this anymore,
things between us weren't like before.
I was getting tired
of your behaviour
but a part of me
still thought of you as my saviour.

Our love which was pure
was now turning toxic,
we weren't letting go off eachother
and acted lovesick.

But it was enough now
and I couldn't continue with
this anyhow.
My love, I loved you with all my might
but I guess, our decision
of loving each other
wasn't that right.

                                                   -serene_

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