Simple Crush

I really enjoy this piece. The idea that a relationship is a structure with two people holding it up is intriguing. Once it falls though . . .

It wasn't simple.

Your hands shook and I did nothing to control them. The world around us was crumbling like the crust on a dry piece of bread and we tried to stop the eventual suffocation. We struggled to maintain the walls as frigid night peeked through the cracks in the rooms until light relinquished hope and vanished.

The structure wouldn't last.

I knew that. You knew it as well. We should've taken what was ours and left with integrity intact. Instead, we fought the cavernous reckoning. Sweat rolled off my face as my cheeks pressed against the increasingly heavy wall. Your arms were shoved against two picture frames. Only through the voids in noise did I notice your strangled breathing.

And then we had our backs to each other.

I didn't leave and neither did you. Our fates were known as the world finally crushed us with a voracious crunch. We thought dividing to conquer would work. It didn't. It wasn't that simple. If only we would've held the walls together, instead of trying to save our selfish flesh. Then, we wouldn't be under the weight of smashed love, slowly dying without even knowing where it went wrong.

The answer was that simple.