Sad Poetry: Finder's Fee

I was never yours.
You were never mine.
We simply found each other.
While lost in the same place. 

The clatter of touch. 
A curious infection. 
Needing only reason to cure. 

The entropy of choices. 
A jubilant strangulation. 
Louder than consent. 

The clamor of if. 
A glorious poison.
Much sweeter than why. 
 
I was never yours. 
You were never mine. 
We both just got lost 
in the same lie.