beauty and the beast

as I talked to you,
I got a strange sort of connection,
how we were meant to be,

I fell so hard,
but in the end,
with my heart on fire,
my lungs about to collapse,
my stomach turning,

I say the words that are the truth and the becoming,
of my hearts death,
"He doesn't love me anymore,"
you were the beauty and the beast,
yet you never came to save me,
as the last petal of the dying rose fell to the ground,
with those cold vile words,
so did I.

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