when all is said and done,
we were never going to be here again.
the ending was already written
in our blood,
tethered by fate.
yet i know our stories get retold,
rewritten, distorted with time.
and they’ll forget how we fell in love
how we tried to overcome all odds.
but i wish to remember us there way we were
in this story,
our moment in time,
under the same stars,
that after everything we were happy
regardless of what we became.
darling there’s so much i didn’t say,
so much history took from us.
there was so much we could have become
if only we had the time.
but that never was going to be our story,
the legacy we left.
we would always be a star-crossed tragedy,
cursed in the name of love.
– history loved those violent delights and tragic lovers.
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