One Way Street Pride

The once love we had fell through as if it lay on a wet paper tissue
Such pride in me caused your tears, which deteriorated our foundation
Meanwhile that two way street you carefully constructed 
Now halted isolated from tenderness 
Locking myself along with this vault of emotions 
Selfishly 
Otherwise scratching my head, yet  unable to guess that vaults combination
Giving my ego permission, to freely sperate us with a out of sight distance
As if our loves blueprints got redrawn
The permanent sketch to our non existence 
Afterwards time we shared 
Became a wasted purpose transforming a tangled web 
Knotting seconds, hours, days, and years into such a confusing mess
From this bundle entwined by love that was once common
Suddenly buried within a massive pile of rememberance
The unorthodox funeral resting love forever in   comforting peace