We Were Never Meant to Last (Poem)

We danced like fire on broken glass,

No future, only present tense.

We knew, somehow, we wouldn’t last—

But oh, the sparks made perfect sense.

Your lips were storms I couldn’t tame,

Your touch, a bruise I begged to keep.

We played a wild, reckless game,

Then carved our names into the deep.

You called it love; I called it fate—

A crash, a kiss, a cruel delight.

We never opened heaven’s gate,

But we set hell on fire each night.

You were the song I couldn’t sing,

The wrong that never felt so right.

A falling star, a phantom ring,

A dream that vanished with the light.

And though I walked, I left my ghost—

Still tangled in your careless laugh.

We weren’t forever… but almost.

A pretty disaster—split in half.