PURE

Rip. Rip. Rip.

Tearing apart one by one.

Falling away, like petals from a rose,

Each to different sides,

Dropping to the ground

Like raindrops to the earth.

Collapsing into empty promises,

Spiraling down into vulnerability.

Forgetting what was printed in our hearts,

Etched into our bones in ink.

It’s odd, I always thought our love

Was like crystals, falling from the sky,

Raining sparkling clarity onto the world,

But now, it seems more like ashes,

Sprinkled on the snow, as though on purpose,

To taint its beauty.

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