Rarely Survives A riptide carried us seaward , drowning in our mistakes. Did time in lovers’ prison, knowing no one escapes. We held on for about as long as anyone with feelings could. one day, it all ended just the way we knew it would. Your thoughts of betrayal, my words left unsaid, your pain, my cruelty, one day, hope was dead. When our sunset faded, no way to act surprised. No way to look back: that kind of love rarely survives.