We were never written in stone.

We were written in letters of fire -
we burned bright and brilliant and we burned painful, and so painfully long.
I like to think we both loved hurting each other more than we could bear,
that it was only our bruises that made us beautiful,
and I know you remember me in blood and in belligerence.
We shot maelstroms through quiet skies,
and we let our lightning consume us.

We crumbled, anyway.