PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

All your blasted words like paper flowers:
fragile, insubstantial, prone to a breeze
and apt to disappear over the course of days
that once were meant for us and we,
before disastrous every-things could
stand between and raise our arms to jawlines.
In defiance we connected and repelled
each other 'til our ties did sever
by way of pull and pressure against
every screaming part of ourselves.
Yet every-things could never last,
sustaining the things that we had
been so very curious about.
And now that we've stood firm -
one of us, at the very least -
things feel wrong in a more
terrible way.