when is love decrepit

will love be decrepit when trust is just a word thrown when we cannot win fights, an excuse rather than a gospel… or is it long before then? will love be decrepit when she is home waiting, and he is alone under neon lights, both drinking, asking, “can we ever be in the same room again?” when she cannot speak as chaos seep into her pen, and he cannot sleep knowing they want different nights when there's no words left to exchange, is love decrepit then? will love be decrepit when he tells lies to avoid explanations, and she overlooks them to avoid fights. a facade of rose gold castle, but what comes after then? the silence in the castle can blind us, when we swallow our differences to avoid plights. love doesn’t lie, but people in love do, is love decrepit then? truth is never love’s friend, not when love falters the minute truth bites. when we ask “will love be decrepit when—” —it's already decrepit then.