Love QUOTE :
On the shaky nightstand to my left, that picture of you and me, the first thing in the morning that I see. My eyes would wander about the room and perceive the emptiness between the frames and then they’d stop eventuelly and meet my hands, caressing the imprint that your body left. On the mattress, cotton dunes, proof of that we once existed at least that’s what I assumed. How wrong I was – nothing but a callous desert where you’d deprive me of my soul, nothing but a place of torment where you used to break my bones. We’ve grown used to how things went but only now that things have changed we’re realizing we’ve grown accustomed to a sickness that we could not prevent. On the newly painted stairwell walls, the old color’s showing through. Something I cannot say about the people we’ve turned into. Although they say there’s not much beauty in a lie, you truly were beautiful misery well-disguised. And so I stumble down the steps to get into the living room, instead, half-dead I find myself in overbearing gloom. I guess I’ve been hoping to find you here, but you’re long gone, even your scent has almost disappeared. We’ve grown used to how things went but only now that things have changed we’re realizing we’ve grown accustomed to a sickness that we could not prevent. On the debris of our picture house, all the frames have fallen down and I don’t understand. If I’m the architect of my creation why doesn’t it ever end? Our love is burning out, the sparks are dancing on my skin. The walls are crumbling down, weary bones are giving in. I’ve grown used to how things go right now, despite my ability to change it all I know I never will. Aware of how it’s going to wear me out, never showing any doubt, I’m swallowing this pill. The affliction it brings that seems to consume me is all I’ll ever need. A sickness I don’t plan on curing because it makes this world bearable for me.