You are not meant for, I realize that now,

Slowly as it hit me, as a clash like our perceptions and views,

I wonder how life will treat us, in the journey, the long,

As we disagree on everyday life, with nothing left, not even a memory,

Of our first love, so blind, handicapped in its own way,

Helped us in finding solace within, which is now nonexistent

To what do we put the blame for the hollow shells that we are?

The love that claimed our inexperienced souls,

Or the life of hardships that happened upon us on our journey long.

The scariest of them all was spite which was unknowingly brewed

And burned our tongues red, on each sip of our chosen life, each breath.