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Atrophy to Ashes

At first we could barely keep our hands off each other
But time is a slow venom
That causes romance to atrophy
Now we can barely stand to touch each other

I live a secret life
Like a fire chief
Who moonlights as an arsonist
Fiery desires replace complacent kisses

You burn in my selfish flames
But refuse to admit we’ve grown apart
Like Siamese twins
Who deny they’ve been separated

As I walk by the charred remains
Of a once vibrant romance
I see you desperately trying
To capture all the scattered ashes
As they blow in the wind

In a moment of clarity
I realize why love and reason
Are enemies

Have you been reading my posts?

No. Have you been ensnared in the passion and tragedy of love?

Just read everything I've posted in the last three weeks.