Bitter Rose 

Is that not how it starts, blissful consuming thoughts? Daydreams and sweet fantasies. Pleasant flights on the wings of romance. Until sweet things leave a bitter taste. Resentment transpires in the corners of the mind. Yet all you do is try. Mending faulty foundations. Constantly under construction. Once appreciated now disregarded to the pile of obsolete hearts. Funny thing about love is how it can go from hot to cold. Or make you do never imagined things. Unconditionally loving someone more than you love yourself. Even still the tears fall, splashing on the pillow late at night while they snore. Unwilling to accept the inevitable: time to let things dissolve and reconstruct once more.
– Alex N. Wanderland