Short, Intense

It was short,
Intense.

Somewhere within the blanks,
I lost my common sense.

Bursting capillaries making amends

Suddenly you vanished with the evidence. 

It was short,
Intense. 

Built on a false pretence,
My everyday became a past tense

Silly notes, electric suspense
Your crooked smile, our song by Sixpence.

I swear, we must've happened
Because the pain is too immense

We were short,
Intense,

Just like this poem, it made sense
Every fluent, love-struck sentence

Painted love on tainted limerence -
Then it abruptly ends.