Was it Worth It

Perhaps we were

a match, doomed from the start

Confined to the chains that

so often felt like a comforting hug

We were so young

(oh so naive)

Oblivious to the demons

Drinking in our fears

Lapping up our tears

But even as our hairs turned grey

and our hearts broke into frays

Did we ever know better?

Was it ever worth more than a quarter?

Or had we merely been running

Forever on a chase for some treasure

In denial but still hoping

That one day, it would all get better