Married, we strangers

Cascading, “I once pictured us ending this way”
but I’m one who’d say, you’re self-fulfilling.
Thus, now we’re failing, though I have held on through sway.
All good things decay, still I wonder why to death our love lay.
 
Infidelity, to see the immediate.
We can’t mediate when you creep away with alacrity,
rob my dignity and seek to alienate.
Your duplicity abandons me into disparity.
 
Rupturing the brittle walls of my beat-less heart.
Remember our start, young adventuring...
Failed at capturing the depth of our purest parts,
and this ends the art, so now you depart.
 
Lasciviously, you prowl bars, basements, our bed;
searching through the dead. You just keep seeping out so anxiously,
so unlovingly, searching for moments that help pretend you’re unwed.
I know what I said, till death, I have bled.