love drags its ugly ass.

Yesterday was the day it was born.
And for some goddamned coincidence, the day when we finally shot it dead, in mercy.
So I mourn for it here, cry bitter angry tears for what dies.
Cry for what should have been, as all our plans jump out of the window.
We gave it all the rope in the world but we never noticed we were tying up its noose.

There used to be a field with colored flowers and a blue sky.
And now what?