The Fall

Maybe it was the fact that we loved each other way too much, too soon, too desperately, as if there could be no other second in life without us belonging to one another. And we forgot about our broken souls for a minute, and ignored our wounded pride, handed our history over to the past, along with that last second lived without knowing the taste of each other's kiss. And when pain came back and found us, like it always does, to remind us of who we really are, it stared at us from the eyes of the other. My faults lay cold and frigid in your river green eyes, your hurt nestled in mine, like a butterfly with broken wings. We knew to love like autumn: beautifully, gasping for our last breath.
-gypsywrites