It was unbearable, the waiting.
It was horrible, the doubt.
It was messy, the love.
It was swingy, the mood.
It was present, the fear.
It was absent, the reassurance.
It was blank, the silence.
It was there, the chemistry.
It was gone, the empathy.
It was killed, the patience.
It was alive, the hatred.
It was asked, the humanity.
It was true, the anxiety.
It was unhealthy, the communication.
It was poisoned, the judgement.
It was away, the trust.
It ruled, the selfishness.
They were awful, the texts.
They were sleepless, the nights.
They were short, the outings.
They were happy, those little moments.
They were sad, the fights.
They were funny, the lies.
They were lost, the souls.
They were displaced, the hearts.
They were sick, the worries.
They were real, the compliments.
They were given, the chances.
It was fascinating, your height.
It was fashionable, your style.
It was predictable, your actions.
It was fake, your anger.
It was unbreakable, your pride.
It was destroyed, my faith.
It was weaken, my strength.
It was recognized, my passion.
It was judged, my pain.
They were ruined, my believes.
It was destructive, the relationship.
It was doomed, the future.
It was coming, the end.
