My Calmly Roaring 20s

Poem Two: For the Love of Ruin

You deserved better and I'll always remember that.

I did not love you like the sun and moon do, who run a chase outlasting Apollo and Daphne in both persistence and history.

I love you like an astronomer observing the death of a star, as a spectacle to swoon, a tragedy to celebrate. 

~RaspberryRiddle