Apocalyptic Love

There'll be no bets placed None to make it up to you None to suffice the ending of our story Was it love or just you wanting to objectify someone This was apocalyptic in the end It was good for so long Due to my blindness And your forcing a foreign behavior upon me Someone I am not, someone I haven't been before I know not the look you had in your eyes Was it empty or hunger I admit I was addicted to being with you Like someone depending on heroin It was never good for us There is no us anymore You always had to be right You always had to be in control You ripped apart my mind to find what turned you on You didn't like the intelligence, the creativity Nor the admiration, the stability Something you were looking for You found it, buried deep within the depths I started to regret everything I said As time passed on I started feeling empty All while you seemed to thrive It was apocalyptic, the dead love So draining, felt so weak, meek While you, so hungrily, grasped on tightly Fiending off of what was so abundant You saw it to it's end The love that ended The apocalypse of us Let it be and talk no more Speak no more to me Speak no more of me Remember not of who I am Remember not of us It had its apocalypse for a reason