...but instead, we chose to be lovers,
and that
was the beginning of our end.
Laughter
turned to bitter tears
and cruel words.
The comradery so quickly
became incompatibility.
What was once so fruitful
became barren.
Desolate.
And so we both went our own ways,
lonely and hurt.
Searching.
What fools to attempt such a thing
when
we could have just been
friends.