Statues

To say I depended on you

would be an understatement.

I was addicted to the way we were.

To say you were my everything

would be an understatement.

You were my sun, moon, stars, and oxygen.

To say that I trusted you

would be an understatement.

Your every word stuck to my skin like blood on the edge of a dagger.

To say I needed you

would be an understatement.

You were my sunshine, my only sunshine.

You promised me silver cities

You promised me streets of gold

with no sidewalks to guide our adventures.

You promised me infinity and happy ever after.

I was promised statues.

You never told me,

however,

that there would be an ending

to something that

we never had.

Maybe you were correct,

we never would’ve worked

even if we had tried.