The walls of our love cracked, crumbled, and collapsed on top of us. Burying us in shattered trust and misplaced secrets. I was trapped under the remains of your words. You were broken by the bricks of my lies. The beams which were composed of the nights we spent together forced my lungs to collapse. The poetry I wrote on your walls tumbled down into my mouth and I choked on my own words. Every small touch your fingers once graced me with became the splinter which lodged in my temple. The letters I wrote to you turned to stone and crushed you in your sleep. We became victims of the things we once held dear.
