My Designer Bag

Very few months go by
Lavishing the beauty
of my designer bag.
Seeming too good to be true
that it would hold its weight
as my work ethic is high.

Same for My Dear.

So little time passed
lavishing the attractiveness
of My Dear one
Seeming too good to be true
that the things I knew were right for me
as my expectation is high.

The little rips came known
not too long in the span of contact.
Little strands, holes, and difficulties;
that can no longer hold anymore.
My designer bag
cannot handle my baggage.

Same for My Dear.

The little grievances came known
not too long in the span of contact.
Irrationality, silence, and difficulties;
My Dear one
cannot handle my baggage.

It is now known
I cannot accept this:
for it wont last long.
The strands, holes, and difficulties;
cant stand a chance with me.
And it ends now
with a new bag in my future.

Same for My Dear

It is now known
I cannot accept this:
for it wont last long.
Irrationality, silence, and difficulties;
can't stand a chance with me.
And it ends now
with a new love in my future.

Forever in the darkness
bag and boy will stay.
As I sit back and watch
them melt away.
Stuck
in the reality of life
they cannot handle.