I remember the beginning, but what I remember most clearly is not the beginning, but the beginning of the end. 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 letters which I wrote to you turned to stone and crushed you in your sleep. The poetry which 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 combined to form the splinter that lodged in my temple.
I tried so hard to hold it all together. I used promises to coax the shingles of what was left to remain. But empty promises will not hold the weakest of bonds. I broke my back building a column of plans for our future. It was heavy, but it did not hold. Good intentions are not enough to support a life together. You threw your head back and laughed. I did not understand.
Your lips were the most potent weapons of all. When you spoke, your words traveled up my spine to pierce my skin like daggers. Every beautiful syllable was poison to me. The taste of your kiss alone was enough to paralyze me for what seemed an eternity. Your lips lingered on mine as the world we built together collapsed. I felt my heart turn to stone in that moment. For a fleeting moment, we knew each other. We broke away. Time stopped, and then began again, increasing in pace. I was always afraid of what I did not know, but in the end, it is that which we hold dear which kills us.
