That's how it is
That's what it's become
As everything between them
Sets as a sun
And irises once flooded with hope
Fingers slipped from grasps
As these wasted minutes
Strike the last
It was as if a fairytale
Had taken place
But instead of a happy ending
Depression in its place
Loss of allies and alibis alike
No more fiction nor fact
Two steps forward
And three steps back
That is how this story unfolds
How these hearts in unison shatter
The choice is offered of truth or hope
Unfortunately, most choose the latter
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Poetry[completed] some half assed thoughts i've had about unrequited love and unnecessary hope shattering revelations
