What made us fall in love is exactly what ruined us. (Poem)
We fell in love with our eyes while lust jammed a playlist of reasons why together we were beautiful.
You were spicy and I was a short fuse, the perfect spark for the youth in us looking for thrills.
But over time, it became the very fire that burned down the bridge communication was assigned to build.
We sang lyrics to love songs that reminded us to love each other as we were, only to realize that when the song ended and the melody wore off, we could only tolerate each other’s flaws for so long. We loved each other as we were, but who we were was poison for the other.
We kissed under the moonlight with passion, then struggled later to find our passion when the moon had fallen and the darkness stayed.
Our faces were slowly consumed by it, and our features faded as we reached to find each other’s lips, diving our hands into each other’s true color.
Our cute sarcasm became shark teeth that ate away the good things we used to say about one another. The way we packaged and shipped our texts to each other became our channel for delivering false assumptions and misinterpretations.
Our hunger for cheap thrills gave birth to a cheap love that many often move on from, but we were too hungry for more and became comfortable in a toxic relationship that was depriving us of oxygen daily.
We ruined us.
We could not let go of ourselves to become us. Our once commendable independence became the very sword that separated us as we tried to become one. We rebelled against each other, only catering to our own needs while we sent guilt to punish the other for not fulfilling our wants.
We ruined us.
What made us fall in love is exactly what ruined us.