The end of love
shouldn't linger ever so long,
it should finish abruptly
and deftly tear apart at the core,
two hearts ripping themselves
from the artery
of the others care
It should attack us,
like the flu
and we'll vomit out the memories
that make our tongues uncontrollably sob,
purge the pores
of each others sweat
and drench the pain
in an overall body sickness
It should not end so violently,
the slow fading of hands
that were once used to caress
losing conversations
crumb
by
crumb
It should just end
as quickly as it came
sharp and fast,
