El Piramide

Our relationship was built with the complexity of a pyramid
The method of construction just as mysterious.
Many times I have wondered, how we've managed to carry
block after block
month after month.
Each block symbolic of our commitment
and the pressure it puts on us,
carrying more than two humans should be capable of baring
The longer we work,
the higher we climb because we have to,
meaning the weaker we feel,
the more pain we suffer in our joints,
and the heavier the exhaustion in our hearts.
We're breathing diligence into this structure,
fear of it falling branded into our minds.
I have often wondered why do you suffer when you don't have to,
Why do I suffer when I don't have to,
But I have to,
Because I would never be able to deal with the strain
of you becoming a phantom limb,
present in what I feel but never in what I have.
Memories of you would forever taint me, my only escape being through baptism in dirt.
We've broken down devious obstacles,
turning candle light discussions into forest blazed arguments.
Feeding the fire until the retaliations of the most simple situations,
seem more fit for rape and murder.
Many frown at our decisions due to our youth,
and the distance between us.
Expecting us to be at the heels of their criticism,
because we're developed enough to take them by the throats,
But their judgement is only heard through the strained gasping of a constricted wind pipe,
And I have no ears for them.
But admittedly,
your absence drains me,
sometimes feeling as if it reduces me to the density of clouds,
mourning the rain after the storm,
Waiting for evaporation to come