Damaged Dreams

A summer vow on college streets down flowery avenues of bookstores and cafes, it felt like love. How did we fail? What sacred words graced our lips but found no haven in our hearts nor altar in our souls? I thought I'd sacrifice the world for your sweetest smile and the city lights swaying in your eyes. I know, I committed infidelities of trust, I placed such a small value on the currency of your self esteem, the damaged dreams, but you also destroyed my most important beliefs, my ability to seek communion with another. I pray there is an enraged deity that will curse our existence and turn a blind eye on our most desperate needs. We should disappear without any lingering perfume to the memory of our lives.