Peeling wallpaper
Crayon scrawlings of a child
All that's left of the house we lived in
Broken glass , ash trays full of cigarette butts
All that's left of my love for you
Stained mattresses, empty promise
Stale cologne in the air
The remnants of our relationship
Small pieces I hold on to
Clawing at them
Holding on for dear life
Small pieces I try to put together
With all my might
The threads holding my heart Together
Stretched to their limits
Breaking with every piece that disappears
Hoping you'll come back
You didn't
Holding on by the last thread
Trying to keep from unraveling
You said you loved me
Was that another lie ?
— Last Thread
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A Book of Poems
PoetryPoems for sad days. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED
