People told me
falling in love was like
walking through a dark tunnel.

It was thrilling
yet exciting.

But they didn't warn me
it was this dark,
or it would get darker
the deeper I went into the tunnel.

I thought there would be
a blinding light
waiting at the end of the tunnel,
yet there wasn't any.

There was just
an endless black loop
waiting to swallow
my shrunken self
the deeper I got through it.

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-Tris