house of cards

So I guess the story of us is a tragedy,

With dying roses, and faded scents.

Pages filled with all that we could be. 

Haunted by the things it represents.

We were always destined to fail,

And destroy each other on the way down, 

Brokenness hid by a sheer satin veil,

That sunk in the waters we drowned.

You thought me weak, I found you mean,

After the spar, we lowered our guards.

I made you a king, you called me a queen,

we lived in a fairytale house of cards.

I don’t mind the horrid tragedies,

The fatal flaws and battles alike,

But in ruinous times like these,

You took the time to strike. 

The story of right person, wrong time,

And clashing blue and daring brown eyes,

You were my favorite crime,

In between the intricate web of lies. 

We fought proxy wars and crashed our cars

until we both were black and blue

Then smiled beneath flickering stars

And painted ourselves anew.

I guess it depends where the story ends,

A heart wrenching or warming view,

So I say, before we finally descend -

I had the best time falling with you.