Escalation

Things had ended,
days were good.

You asked if i would,
i said, if you could.

I didn't think things would escalate to this:
Jealousy and madness.

Whors and Sadness.

We always seem to find each other,
yet we always seem to have another.

We kiss goodbye,
then we ride high,
to the new adventures,
we get lost in new arms,
this won't end.

Escalation is key,
you seem to be slowly killing me.

We talk as if we're one.
Then we walk though were done.

This high rise up, is about to fall down.

I can no longer feel the ground,
slowly tripping,
skipping past the truth.

We stay in this lie,
Higher and higher we go,
everyone brought in toe.

Escalation to sexual sensation.

We faltured each time,
praying to god that we stay in rhyme.