When we first met,
you said you knew
then that we were
perfect for one another,
two like-minded mortals
that sought immortality.
You were not wrong
to say that we were
like-minded, but this
perfection has torn us
open, wounds each trying
to heal the other, and we
have reduced ourselves
to clawing scars into one
another's arms just to see
if we will bleed.
Our songs have turned to
screams in misguided
attempts to drown
out the other's. This
music that we could
have performed catches
in my throat, pounds
in my head and echoes in
my hollowed-out heart.