You are the writer, I'm not. So sorry if it is crap lol.
We burned our world down, but some things will always remain. The cars we owned, the songs we sang, running away. We held on too tight and let go too fast. We both have scars, some worse than others. But I'm still here, as I always have been, Waiting. Not now, though. It's too much and we know it. We are Broken and bent. (Sorry but bent makes me laugh.) My shoes are gone and forgotten. But I remember the dragons. We may never make it out of this hole we created, never get the trust back. But I'll keep fighting for at least some shred of it. The past can't be changed. The future is still there. We didn't die at 25, we won't be married at 40. There are no more flowers, or stupid dances. It's just us, fighting as we always manage to do, until it's no longer fighting, just pain.
The pain is fine, I'll hold your hand forever, whether I'm there or not. Bound, connected, pulled. Sucks for us lol.
Always.
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