Postmortem

We said I do
and meant it.

But we didn't know
about being broken
and with our jagged edges
we continually wounded each other
until our love bled out
and put us in grave danger.

We cried out for help
but were given the wrong treatment.
Fix the marriage, instead of
heal the people.

So the dangerous shards remained
and we kept tearing open old wounds
while also creating new ones,
shredding each other to ribbons
until forever finally died.