The Amateur Architects
You said our love would be the foundation,
Your medical degree would be our blueprint.
Our shared values would be our walls,
My writing would be our fireplace.
Our future dreams would build our roof,
Our faith would be our windows.
Our hatred became the foundation,
Your addictions became our blueprint.
Our insecurities were our walls,
extinguishing our fireplace.
We killed each other's dreams so a roof was never built,
Secrets, lies, and betrayal became our windows.
While we set out to build a home, we destroyed our lives.