When we are too afraid to leave for all the good reasons, we remain in a broken bubble of fallacious love.

The hearts barely beat, burdened by broken promises. We share both beautiful roses and deadly thorns. Good days are as rare as a lunar eclipse, while bad days linger infinitely.

You and I transform into a toxic cocktail, with each drop diluting us further. We drown in sorrow, believing our own lies and betrayals. Singing melancholic songs from centuries past, dancing to the devil's tune of misery. We yearn for a love desperately crying out to be set free.

We forge a future filled with firestorms and forgotten dreams, embracing wishful thinking for a life that has succumbed to inevitable madness. Truly love has become the lie that keeps us alive.