implode/explode

true love doesn’t end in loud noises
it doesn’t explode like fireworks or implode like dying stars
no, it ends in hushed whispers in dark rooms
with silence ringing out in two sets of ears
where a pin drop is a nuclear detonation

true love doesn’t end in violence
but in devotion stretched to its limits
in hands clutched tight in the face of death
defiant in defeat, humbled in its failure
and ultimately, hearts finally breaking for the right reasons.

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