Beginning at the End

You bought expensive tickets with emotions unbeknownst to you.
You jumped on blindly, ignoring and denouncing intrinsic values.
A ride on the love train is barreling towards the two of you.
Who cares right? When you're in love, that's what you do.

It's whimsical, the aura that encompasses every moment.
In the beginning it's wonderful and you want everyone to know it. 
Every second of separation your feelings are overloaded.
Riding together unaware to anywhere, is love being molded.

The ride doesn't judge it just continues at a steady pace,
Revealing the "icks" and auspicious looks in each other's face.
Out the window you see colorless flags but still choose to stay.
Still caught up in the fantasy of forever that new love creates.

Building momentum, you question, was that a lifequake or a bump?
When the ride gets turbulent, will you choose to jump?
You've sacrificed who you were, thinking it's the only way to love. 
Making choices that involve a potential that your ego made up.

You can't decide if it's just you projecting,
The idea of love that you created, you're protecting.
It begins to feel like the two of you could be simply forgetting,
The loving, the holding, the absorbing and accepting. 

The longer you choose to ride the more expensive it becomes. 
One chooses to jump, the other chooses love.
Staying on is torture, reminiscing that initial buzz.
Hoping that they'll see everything that never really was.

Now the destination is confusing and unclear. 
One got off the ride and alone you're left here.
Drowning in your sorrow, paralyzed by fear. 
It's time to choose you, you can feel the end is near.

You stayed on for too long, crippling evolution.
You wish them well and love them from a distance. 
The strength you lean on helps you smile and accept it.
You cheer from the sidelines, caring even though it hurts and you miss it.

Setting them free is the purest form of love and admiration.
The ride is a bitch it offers no guidance and no direction.
Just passengers on a track with no final destination.
The results of your choices without an explanation.