I used to think what comes after us is not a happily ever after but rather pain and torture of our memories,
regretting of the time that we both wasted on each other. Our lips that kissed the wrong person,
that slid through every parts of our skin from the forehead to the neck to the collar bones to the chest to the soft breast, to the belly ring, in between our legs, upto the toes,
and how we feel guilt as we take a shower, how we touch a part of our skin and feel a disgusting feeling that you once loved that part of my body
and how it once belonged to yours. A dizziness of some sort because we felt the urge to see each other but cannot do so,
even if we still longed for each other but the toxicity is overwhelming to continue our relationship and so we cant.
Destructive relationship, that was us. We were just high of being together and it was not healthy anymore, our egos was racing,
we were more likely in a competition than loving each other, we hoped for the best but what we hope was for the worst.
we both know that not lust and love can save us, we just woke up one day and realized that we should have ended things than make it more time consuming of being together,
being together will just be a waste. We just could not do it anymore. Hopeless love, we found it in a hopeless place.
And then we just threw our relationship in the gutter and called it quits.
How we felt disgusted on what we have become, how we both know that were better off each other, that I will become better but not with you.