Short and sweet,
short and sweet,
the message of the time,
no,
well, never mind,
an opportunity lost, of the romantic kind,
short and sweet,
a little bitter,
a little twisted inside.
A poor decision that weighs upon the mind,
a poor decision that hangs heavily in the heart,
a poor decision, which clouds the vision in one’s eyes.
A heartbreak,
a shattered mind,
a heartbreak caused so quick,
caused so quick by such a rapid decision,
the rapid decision of an unwilling heart,
a heart unwilling to bend,
unwilling to listen,
unwilling to take the time to try.
Short and sweet, the end of the line,
the end of the romance,
the start of what seems like,
the beginnings of millions of tears in your eyes,
and what a sad state of affairs,
but unsurprisingly how brutal, and how unkind love can be,
and how it rips up and how it tears apart your reality,
and how sickening it is sometimes,
and how awful the devastation,
the devastation that like a flood flows through you,
like the ocean,
the ocean so powerful, wild, and free,
and going where you do not wish it to,
and crushing your spirit,
and driving you over the edge,
and into a form of insanity.
Short and sweet.
The message of time.
A memory.
A painful one.
A decision that is not yours,
and how helpless you feel in its sharpness.
Short and sweet.
You with your goodbye.
Us, over, no, love anymore.
A bitter me,
A bitter time.
