We loved so hard
that we ended up dancing on
broken glasses , trying
to hold onto one another .
We became a toxic drug that set the
house in flames , crying for help,
a way out .
We fought half way to our death
bed to only weak up in bed,
tired
broken.
We were prisoners of love trying
desperately to find a broken window
to leave from, for the door always
led us back to one another.

© zita