Dear love,
these are the last words I write to you.
words that you might not want to hear but are painfully true.

you take up a big space in my heart
so this parting might, or rather, will definitely leave me empty, but it has to be done.
you're broken glass shards, scarring me from the inside.
my efforts to fix you have ruined me
We are anything but happy
that is a truth we no longer have to deny.

Dear love, I love you
but do I really?
when we first started, all I saw was red.
burning, passionate red.
red like the roses you gave me,
like the lipstick I put all over your face,
like my cheeks when you smiled lovingly
like my heart that was yours, beating heavily...
I never stopped seeing red.
like the wine you spilled on the floor,
like the blood you wished was drawn,
like your eyes everytime we fought,
like your head when you thought you got caught.
red. desperate, angry and bitter.
red, the color for love
but as it turns out is also the color for hate.
they are two sides of the same coin.
I promise you I loved you.
but I do not know when you flipped the my coin.

Dear love,
I am sorry I can no longer keep you.
it is not because I no longer feel the spark.
in fact, I still feel our burning passion.
But I have held you for way too long.
My efforts to love you have burned me alive.
our union has consumed me.
we have gone up in flames.
Maybe one day, someone better will find beauty in my ashes,
but for now...
my efforts to fix us have ruined me.

Bye bye,
love

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