the keystone fell from this state and i stood there in the rubble. picking up pieces of promises, mistakes. and the words that made us humble. reading through lines and relics she left on the table by the head board. looking past the tinted glass and silhouettes of the records. another failed attempt at turning lovers into ash. every match i held, she lit and left it in the past. i know i’m wrong my hands they fold. suit myself with heavy armor and pretend that i am strong. the keystone fell from this state and i stood there on the gutter. picking up pieces of promises, mistakes. and the words that you would mutter reading through lies while rolling your eyes in a fashion too persuasive. leaving the debt unsolved unkempt. im still convinced that youre too convincing. your dialogue suffered when you trembled like leaves in autumns winds. your dialogue is nothing more than something I had held within.

-evan and karl.