We were like dancers
Always dancing to a different beat
And losing touch with each other.
Yet we denied it
One thing that we truly did well together

We were like singers
Singing two different songs
And messing up each other’s choruses
Yet we carried on
Blindly walking towards the edge of everything

We were like painters
With opposite color and motive
So to the extreme opposite
That they clashed
But we continued to showcase them together

We were like writers
Trying to write a romantic novel
But ended up with a tragic shortstory
Either of us was proud of,
Even though we written it ourselves.

We were deniers
In to the very bitter end.
Didn’t see the proof that has been screaming
“You aren’t meant to be”
We do now, though it is too late
to save anything from the wreck
that is,
and will always be,
us