Beside the river of discord the seasons fade,
Leaving us with washed-out versions of ourselves.
Our personalities pale in comparison to our souls,
Our hearts whither with the cycle of sun and moon.
Love is fleeting, loyalty even more scarce.
The world is made up of forgotten happiness,
And empty promises.
All I have left is this old photograph and your lingering scent on my skin.
You claimed you loved me,
Said it was true love.
I fell hard and believed your every word.
Now I know better.
Too late, I figured you out.
I won’t be victim to another’s lies again.