We grew desperate to feel something
Pacified our insecurities to feel nothing
Walked on the dirt of our desire
Burnt the uncertainty to a simple late night text
Swore we were holding onto our impurities
And fed each other our brokenness
Held pen vein
As we swore we were poets
And painted the walls with our ink
Fled the dusk
To dawn in the dawn of our indecisiveness
Walked on broken shells
Just to fall at the cathedral of our love
Words unmatched
Palaces of misfortune
Clung onto the shreds of virtue
Yet inevitably broke at a crossroads