Waste

What I hate the most about us, is that we could have been happy.

 

What a waste.

 

So many things left unsaid,

Questions we didn't ask,

Answers we didn't get,

Doubts, ignorance,

Screams we didn't utter,

Words we didn't say enough,

Or words that we haven't heard.

 

And tonight, here's the end of an eternity that never really started.

 

Threats of romance

Done