It took a long time to realise that the world hadn't stopped spinning to watch us. It wasn't enough to adore each other. We didn't want the privacy of our mistakes, of our rapture. We had nothing else now and that’s what we needed, never had the look shared between two people, elated the world as ours had.

It had started with supple, modest beauty, an attraction fit for poetic justice. Never before experienced tenderness; we suffocated from the heat. A simple touch had us meditating for days and now we considered ourselves soulless. Could be graced with death today and we would welcome it under the promise of eternity in each other’s embrace.  

Dangerous now, not love but infatuation with the fear of our greatest loss. Existing had become more painful, the simple task of breathing someone else’s air made us sick. The closer we held one another, the more of ourselves we put in, the more lost we became. Blinded with the torment we were not good enough. How does one survive the day their heart is ruined?


And now it was over. And the world had remained ignorant.