At first glance it seemed like a pleasant happenstance,

When I found you and your alluring words.

You entrapped me in a tangle of clever epigrams.

 

I was hopeless after that, I was captivated by the mind I loved.

We would quip back and forth and words were fluid

As is the way your lips would curve and curl around my name.

It seemed at one point or another that maybe, perhaps.

And then we ruined what could have been before it started.

We overanalysed and feared and thought and thought.

 

And voiced our thoughts inaccurately.

 

And now here we are, tired from our dance

Resigned to a weary form of dim exchange

Where words lose flavour and laughs sound thin and polite

If we weren’t so capricious maybe we could have stood a chance

But you broke me and I hurt you and we suffered before we loved

And we spoke before we thought

Or maybe we thought before we spoke.