| 27 Reasons to Quit Smiling |
We fight every night before we go to bed...
our personal struggles mean nothing when we are together...
every ounce of strength is devoted to our battles.
At the end of it all, we sit down,
never to count our wins,
those will fit on a single hand...
No, we sit to count losses...
We sit and wonder what ever ripped us apart
when things were best, then shoved us back together
when things were at their worst.
What drives us?
What keeps us in this perpetual motion,
this almost machinated thing.
It isn't instinct, plain as the black night,
it isn't lusting after or desire...
It couldn't be love...
or hate, so vile, so moving...
What is this thing,
this shadow that waits on the doorstep of tomorrow?
It isn't goodbye...
It must be forever.
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