poetic Justice

we will write our love story my love
all the nuances of us.
Paint beautiful words
of how we met.
Our lives tangled
like a ball of wool
the kitten had stolen.
Yet inch at a time we
unfastened its knots
until we were us.
write of the sunday morning
light falling on your body
as we awakened.
Write of the saftey
in each others arms.
How the springtime
was never as new
or the nightingales song as sweet
as when we kissed.
write about how it all was magical.
But leave the parts out
where we broke our hearts.
And my desperate morning calls
when my bottle was empty.
Dont mention my destroyed soul.
because we broke
the perfect crystal vase
that was us.
Never mention our sadness
because  we both found
that poetry and love
was just not enough.