You're contained in four straight lines
The lines are connected
These lines were your barriers
But not mine
I pried myself in
Unsure of the outcome
I didn't care
Once inside I realized you were beautiful
Full of insecurities
Full of doubt
Full of destruction
But yet so perfect
But yet so hidden
Despite all the flaws
I dove right into you
No restraints
No doubts
I should've known
Every masterpiece deteriorates
Every happy ending eventually ends
Every barrier breaks
Leaving complete destruction to whatever is inside
The closed barrier
I was inside.
YOU ARE READING
My shit show of a life
PoesíaEvery thought, every heart breaking moment, every tear. These are the flames to my match which ignite my poems into creation. I hope you enjoy what I call life.
