Exit – a poem about……..

Love was merely a word used without true purpose or soul,
there was never a true connection or rich emotion to bear such justice to love,
it was just a word.

What we provided for ourselves other was nothing more than opportunity,
a chance to be free from an even more fruitless and toxic existence,
escape from the prisons of lost souls who traded hearts for a counterfeit love,
hoping that they would be sated by a cheap fake copy.

We were nothing more than escapees trying to find a way forward,
confusing sympathy and an understanding as an excuse for an emotion,
lying to ourselves through pointless hope,
spoiling the notion of love and using its name in vain.

You and I presented each other with the same gift which was needed at that time,
It was an exit,
from a life that had died.

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