It makes me unstoppably sad to think
that we must end up hating each other, from love
and the reason for that: it's the only good way
to burn out and away all the good that there was
that we can't live with now. But we can't put it out
'til we've dragged it all down and made sure it's destroyed
once you finally decide - or did I? Was it me?
- that the good that there was, wasn't worth it to keep.
All the good things we had, all the things that were true,
are the enemy now - we'll unite and we'll slay
well we have to hate now, because we've been betrayed
by what we both believed in
too little to save
1 comment:
Huh! Wow, this reminds me of something I've written but haven't yet gotten to put on the poetry blog. Mine is totally different, but there are some similar sentiments there. The focus may be a bit shifted, and of course the execution/method is the biggest difference, but . . . echoes, definitely.
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