Observation
the savagery that is love lost
torn to shreds
the present agony
amplified by an imagined future lost
alone, again, forever
looking as your replacement dances in your place in the masquerade that is love
and the feeling that you were once special obliterated in a bloody mess
never
were
and once what seemed like forever turns to never
someone you used to know caught another fish in the sea and that sort of bs
as you lay like a monkey in a dirty swamp, crying