tree-bythewater

and perhaps, after all our love has crashedburneddied, we find we were little more than condoms: always there when we were needed. we protected took their pain and regret for them were stretched to breaking point; used and thrown away. now we lie desolate and alone, in pissbloodtears tangled up. left irreversibly fucked-up, unable to straighten out the knots we have been left. tossed aside without second thoughts, a mere receptacle for what could might would have been.

and perhaps, after all our love has crashedburneddied, we find we were little more than condoms: always there when we were needed. we protected took their pain and regret for them were stretched to breaking point; used and thrown away. now we lie desolate and alone, in pissbloodtears tangled up. left irreversibly fucked-up, unable to straighten out the knots we have been left. tossed aside without second thoughts, a mere receptacle for what could might would have been.