Mrs_DreiFan

there's nothing romantic about 
          	stinging, shaking legs
          	and a still silence
          	surrounding lovers that creates
          	screams in their heads --
          	where did i go wrong
          	i'm such an idiot
          	there's nothing beautiful
          	about blood and self-loathing,
          	insecurities and guilt.
          	there's no turning around.
          	there's only moving forward.
          	and maybe they'll both be different,
          	but they'll probably stay the same.
          	and there's nothing --
          	nothing --
          	pretty about that.