The words I have in my head can't begin to explain what I went through.
I'm only writing this in hopes of concluding what I once had for you.
I cared and wanted you forever at a moment of time.
I would've never thought what I now have for you is crushed ash and grime.
I don't wish for your demise,
Nor do I wish for you to always look up and see beauty in your skies.
You tore something so fragile that it still hasn't repaired itself from your damage.
Concrete pieces were all I could salvage.
When I put them together, instead of having a heart, I have a wall.
A structure so strong I can't feel anything at all....
YOU ARE READING
The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
