the other day someone asked me why my poetry was so sad,
so thought to myself and said to him, "he broke me" not talking about my dad.
the one who claimed he loved me, cared for me with all his heart,
the one who built me up and then months later he tore me back apart.
the one who laid next to me in the morning after a night up talking,
the one who left the first chance he got and was soon fast walking.
the one i shared so many nights and days with that i soon lost track of time,
the one who's made it possible to write about one person, throughout every single line.
i wonder if you were supposed to rush into my life and change things just as suddenly as when left,
i wonder if you were meant to break me down so far that sometimes i think of you and can't seem to find my breath.
but still, you were the one. the one who made me build up this wall,
just to protect me and make sure that i will never again let someone cause my fall.
