How To Ruin A Good Thing

it felt like it was too good to be true

and maybe it was

it's hard to say when you're blinded by the yellow

and high on the drug of love in a corner, somewhere

with ripped jeans and holey shoes

locked in some room in complete bliss 

because he's right there with you

getting high off of the look in your eyes

and how your palms smelled like he belonged

there was no place like cloud nine, ten or eleven

but instead of enjoying our artificial heaven

we spent hours counting each other's storms

interviewing and digging and prying

trying to find every wrong because it felt a little too right

we learned how to ruin a good thing

feeding the wolves instead of each other

then having the audacity to claim it as

the most fulfilling thing we've ever felt

yet we poked holes in our bubble still 

because being that happy scared us

fearfully in love, committing verbal violence

then hoping to make up the next day 

praying away the grey we caused

i promise all i wanted was to stop and 

smell the roses with you

birds and bees in the trap with you 

i mean i wanted us to be magic

a separate entity of this world

but we beat it for being beautiful

then left it for dead

Author's Note

Purposely written without uppercase letters or punctuation. Let me know changes that could be made. Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Brenda Woods]

Oooooo, I like this. The last two lines are haunting, and I also really like the line about counting each other's storms. Great work!