thought we would BE 

THE LUCKY, the few who

make it far past the first hurdles..

      thought it wouldnt hurt 

absurdly to make you my one, my only

to give up my lonely and aimless ways

for something whole grain to gain….

      thought making you my BREAD

AND WATER, would create refreshing life

not just floods escaping our eyes, 

      thought to go out of my way

to learn meanings of the words you said

and what phrases i said pained you in order

to be able to evade, that strain, 

       thought there would be no new chapters

since you would be my book,

and i was yours, coded with metaphors

i never realized you misunderstood 

       I thought we could be the lucky

but we destroyed our precious love,

Our hearts the pieces of destruction

annhilated -by us