poetry for the poetic: 5

CXXI

i still don't get it. we used to read bedtime stories about relationships made from suits of armor and maidens that needed to be saved– where did we go wrong? when did we lose our way? i still don't understand. we used to be so close, but the time that we put into this tore us apart, we're still trying to make sense of the memories that won't budge– darling, you've been nudging at me again, i guess it's really awkward when we meet... i guess we've changed, but you know something? we were never going to make it, we've got so much to learn. we were meant to touch, we were meant to feel all of this heartache– and that's all...