Only once have I gotten a clean break.
We argued and slandered,
Our friends chose sides.
I was angry;
But anger fades.
Most times we drift apart;
Our worlds spin just a little out of kilter,
And in time, we look up at different stars--
No longer aligned.
The love fades.
I want the supernova,
The burning clash,
The black hole of apathy.
Not this slow death, passion dimming,
Unsure when to start holding on.