The romance of two, dwindled souls seethes when push comes to shove.
Our iron grips of emotion held so tight our knuckles turn pale.
We find ourselves alone, eye to eye and forgetting how this started.
Euphoria soaked us to our bones, but insanity broke them.
Instant attraction was not instant love. We learned.
Instant emotions were not instantly cared for. We tried.
We escaped for awhile and its no reason to be ashamed.
We were engulfed in each other, twisted in each others nets.
Catch of the day, turned into weeks, turned into a month.
At a stand still, we learn only to mask every emotion on our sleeve.
When push comes to shove, we realize we have nothing to hide.
In plain sight we face the same troubles, insecurities and doubts we bestowed on each other.
The romance of two, was really a romance of one.
Each of our selfish souls wanting something or another.
