Stained

We both knew it ever since the beginning that the idea of you and I together isn't something notional Yet we're rebels. We still pictured ourselves in an abstract painting hoping to change our destiny We both pushed ourselves into an everlasting chaos we thought was heaven but turned out not just the way we thought it was We were a mosaic of good and bad, of right and wrong, of beautiful and ugly, and of perfect and flawed. A remedy, that's how we conceptualized each other. Until the truth hit us that we're venomous who are slowing poisoning each other's pieces. And now, our tale has ended, a sting of pain and a sense of relief. But soon, your face will fade and the memories of me and you will turn into dust