We thought this was all we’d need:
tangled limbs, false smiles,
pretending we were still happy.
It couldn’t end;
“we’re not like that”.
But we were, all too often.
And what do we have to show for it?
I ask myself, and the answer
never quite came apparent.
We thought it was all we could need,
sweaty hands, bruised lips,
but we’re not like that.