Is it The End?

Love.
Captivated in some way.
Unpredictable, unacceptable.
Eventually, real.
Nothing to say, nothing to see.
Just to feel.
The way our skin softens.
Restlessness breath in-hales and ex-hales.
Taken by the edge of heart broken.
At least, there’s a way.
To feel.
Better than bitterness.
And loneliness.
Screw you.
Do not even look in the eye.
Even though, the deepest said just nod your head.
Really want to.
Yeah, they do.
But some of those said when it’s over then it’s over.
So, is it over?