Weave your tale.
Placate the broken pieces of your heart
while you wholeheartedly deny the part you played,
the steps that got us to this stage.
The truth is we were Broken from the start.
The truth is sad but only when compared to expectation.
I honestly always expected to love you
but my love was tempered by temptation.
You must realise ours is the standard failed fare.
The price of the journey was always there,
laid bare but we didn’t appreciate the cost,
we merely promised to tolerate the loss.
Now we must be champions of reason.
So please reasonably accept the mortality of all things.
Somehow juxtapose that mortality with tomorrow’s hope
because this is a death we both, in our own way, chose.