It's only when your poison spins

The romance was short and sweet,
All in all it was a failure,
But misfortune ran away with her,
And made the glory of interconnection
Seem all too real, when the feelings
Bursting through the door traveled
Through the hallways of forgiveness,
And exited the windows of petty thievery,
Stealing the light from the sun, again and again,
Only to be found not in the silence of a martyred child,
But a full grown penitential delivery into the next world,
Where nothing is free; all adhesive memory,
All along the walls, inside the stones casting itself
As a nostalgic feature film, an ignominious display of transparent fallacy,
The movies of a camera you’ve become, shooting the stars
As they fall from the sky into your sweating hands, casting
The morose conclusions for a better day, when you can handle the pain of losing more than you’ve ever lost before, standing, waiting
For the romance to finally end.