Crumbling

Author's Note: Written last May 3.
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It's been so long
since the last time
I looked in your eyes
and just melted.
I've forgotten how
to be weak-kneed
when you talked to me.

But I was always the one
to understand your perfectly
zig-zagged philosphy.
And you always said
no one else could love
and be quite as addicted
to the bittersweet taste
of black coffee
that your kisses
would always be.

And you were the only one
I knew that could ever
tolerate the lies
I built around myself.
And still tell me
I was beautiful-amazing.
In that rushed, quick breath
in between the crashes of our lips.

Because we both knew
we were falling apart.
We were both fragile
from the very beginning.
And when people started
to worry, when the cracks
started to show
We both told them
to leave it alone

[We could handle it ourselves.]

And we were always too proud
to admit that we couldn't.
And everyone watched
as we both failed
to hold ourselves
together.
And we lost all the pieces
that once kept us
a wonder

It lost its beauty
and its glittering promises.
As we slowly hurt ourselves
trying to put the fragments back.
Until we couldn't remember
why we bothered trying
to save the [crumbled] ruins
of [us.]