The End of All Love
It has always struck me as odd,
the idea that "loving you" and "losing you"
are only one letter apart.
This small difference is proved
in how close these actions can be.
Is there any way around it,
since love and loss go beautifully hand-in-hand?
The road is getting narrower,
with no hidden alleyways;
there is no divergence in sight.
Are we doomed to break up or down?
Whichever way we choose, we are led to turmoil.
This relationship has an end--
the ending of an ending,
there will never be a way out.
What's the reason for trying?
Our hands are tied tight behind our backs at this point.
So we may as well just give up,
because you can't turn back now,
and ahead just leads to danger.
Do we mark the end of an era--
the era from sweet nothings to absolutely nothing--
not just our love, but all of it?
The romance era has died,
murdered with a stab to the heart.
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Julia Casale is a poet inspired by colors, love, and heartbreak. She enjoys warm weather and hair dye. This poem was inspired by a heartbreak and seasonal depression. She wants to be an art therapist on a beach somewhere someday, as well as a further published author.