Devastation

You were my first love,
but you will never know.
I can keep secrets too.
You were my accident.
I let my guard down to take a peek,
at some thing new,
something I thought was true.

You jumped behind enemy lines,
we slept in a bed full of our lies.
We couldn’t face the truth.
That there was nothing but pieces,
pieces of ourselves left on the floor.

We went our ways craving
those who fill our voids.
Craving each others taste,
smell,
touch,
warmth.
Soon to come and soon to fade,
with those fatal words of yours,
"I don’t think it’s gonna work."