If You Could Call It 'Us'

Secrets bottled beyond salvation,
Drugged by this torture of the damned,
Serenity never looked so sweet,
Devastation haunting my dreams.

Hell yet so heavenly,
Longing turned to lacerations,
Handwritten apologizes only do harm,
Laced love letters with cyanide leaflets.

Is this was what our love ensued?
Can we not be happy company?
Insides dank and impressionable,
Could we be even further crushed?

Why can't we be happy?

When do we get a chance?