It wasn’t supposed to
happen like this.
Our love ending I mean.
We were supposed to be
unbreakable, but now
all that is left
of what we had
is in pieces,
scattered along the floor.
What took us so long
to complete is
as tattered as the seams
that have been
keeping my mind in place;
my thoughts secure
so that no one can move
what has taken me
so long to keep still.
I want to go back
to the start;
to when I was
your everything.
All the end is,
is forgotten promises,
and unkept words.
I must have been
the secret that was
too hard for you to keep.
The memory that was
too painful to hold.
But maybe our love
breaking was for
the best.
Because now when
I look back
on what we once built,
and I see the moments
hindering upon
future destruction.
Published on October 23, 2013 18:37