Metronome

Everything about us was a result of perfect timing.

And yet somehow we knew our time would never come.

Our destruction, seamless.

Separation, mind-blowing…

Shhh…

Listen. Listen carefully.

Our love has always felt like a silent inaudible scream cast from a steady metronome.

It dictates the haunting ups and downs of our togetherness.

A consistent beat of love and hate within a distortion of passion and discomfort.

If that makes any sense.

Everything about us was a result of perfect timing.

And yet somehow we knew our time would never come.

Our destruction, seamless.

Separation, mind-blowing.

In the end, we gave in to the criticism.

Not of other people but the melancholic tone of music playing in our heads,

telling us that we can never be together…