the bittersweet effervescence after
our love first collide

burning like a cigarette
lightning up the cold, cruel sky

slowly, 
our love starts to wilt like 
how roses start to fade 

"when did it go wrong?
when did it start to serve into the wrong direction?"

the facade that builds up eventually
the infinite between us, the force pulling us away
further apart

"we're not done ..."
"...or are we?"

at the end of the day
aint we all gonna be alone,
again?

lol, yeah
the irony. so ironic