This is the End

This isn't about young economy grade love, Or fires of melodramatic pain. Its about realization, here right now, That you were only ever a grey thought. My "you" held me through many nights alone, Although reality never knew a drop. Freckled down under tan skin is ignorance, Not reality or a soft spoken wielder of words. Im not sure where I am supposed to go, But Ill give the fact that I have an idea. I’ve just begun to gratefully the truth see, That this is the end if I want it to be.