we are the monsters in the dark, we are the shadows in our heartsMature

Where were we the first night
we dug into each other with
less than loving intentions?
What was the catalyst?
Tell me, please, my darling,
because I can’t remember
and the bitterness
of this soured love
is coating the inside of my throat
and I don’t want this, anymore.
When did we become
the monsters in the dark, 
when did we welcome the
shadows into our hearts?

The End

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