What we had was rare;

a love that wasn't

easy to come by.

Our love was an escape.

After long days filled with bad people,

we breathed out I love yous 

like sighs of relief,

taking shelter in the makeshift refuge

of each other's arms.

But a love like ours couldn't last.

We threw out our troubles by the truckload,

asking the other kindly to carry them for a while.

But bones are meant to carry the weight of one.

And as your spine ached and joints cracked

under the weight of us,

you found a girl

with a few less troubles

and a smaler load to bear.

So you left me to carry

you and I

with no one to share the weight.

I can't do this on my own

and I'm screaming for your help,

but you're already sighing

to someone else.