Looking down the barrel of Cupid's gun.(My Pandora)

I would have never known Love if not for her. Now I just dont know what Love is exactly coz its all too ambigous: the way that i felt that it will last fast forever still last but then it is also past. To forgive is to forget and that means leaving and letting go when promises were never menat to be broken and broken bridges to be mended!!!! The cracks open on the wall as the bricks looses and begin to fall. Construction in the wake of destruction, should i be fool for sympathy enuff to dare and lay all my soul bare for the world to see what she had done to me. No way i will never harm and hurt her ever.(this is just a harmless lament from my dastard heart). Even all the tirades and insults i heaped upon her were only experiments gone awry(SIGH!)out of inexperience. I thought things sholud be broken enuff to put into notice that it requires serious patching up instead of ignoring the little cracks and pretending that everything is intact when it aint at all. But i could never be proven more wrong and now i just cant bear the thought of parting, it is killing me. I would rather prefer death in front of her, i mean when she is still there. It will be a good day to die, the Brave in the Grave. What an Epitaph, how cool is that!