Like hearts that burnt out, burnt down, burnt up in the middle of a lie that if true could justify centuries of love’s labor lost.
Like moths swarming to a flame they know will leave nothing but ashes of their own passion strewn across the feet of an unworthy god.
Like fields of gold sold for scrap because a selfish sun chose not to shine on them anymore.
Like everything that has been rendered futile by nothing more than a complacent smirk, a heartless smile, a swish and a twirl and a wink and a stab.
Like unconscionable love and residual hate; like unconquerable yearning and impotent reprieve.
Like you.
Like me.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
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