Life is the tragedy of living,
and then dying
Love is the tragedy of trying
He was the tragedy of everything,
He was the natural disaster
that took me.
His words were the tidal waves,
and I drowned every time.
He always knew just what to say to break me.
His cuts were like broken glass,
and they reflected mine.
We were bleeders.
We were so in love with ourselves and our own misery,
that we wore our hearts too brightly on our sleeves.
And yet somehow, someway,
we were the tragedy