Wrongs made right

This is the beginning of yet another end. Another heartbreak, another lover, another friend. Memories fade to black and white as we ease into letting go. We break our legs as we watch ourselves slipping from love, to like, to foe. I disappear from walls and phones and minds and books and slip into dirty, unforgiving, forgetting looks. "Not this time not this way." But we both know that was just the 'right' thing to say. We were built to be demolished by screws, and death, and thorns. I watch you walk into the sunset as I sadly begin to mourn. You were killing me slowly I knew from the start. Because how could anyone learn to love this needy broken heart.