Disposable nightmares

I wonder -

How much you can love

what does love mean to you?

How much can you save and how much do you need to waste..

before it dies

I wonder how to go back to the beginning

how to go back to the start

and never part

just like in a wedding picture

I wonder how things change

day by day until they reach severity

and become a disposable nightmare

you break me

and weaken me

until

no more can I be in that picure

until all I see is a new picture

a new nightmare

a heartbreaking disaster

of tears

more and more everyday

until her hands ache and tears run dry

until the beauty in her dies and the memories within her shrivel

for she has been abused and torn and broken
Not the same picture anymore

now what does the future have in store?