Our story, best described as a ball of twine. Perfect outside, from within entwined.
While I kept folding the strings to entangle us together, you kept pulling away to knit a new forever. If all you wanted is to detach, cut loose from me, why are the strings still attached!
Our story, why always waxing and waning,
In a cyclic twine of complex emotions, neither reducing to an end, nor to a life worth gaining!