Like the structure of a buildi
Like the structure of a building would,
We fell apart.
There were no right or wrong answers,
the screws and nails that had held us together,
they slowly rusted, the wood had rot
the structure slowly fell apart.
As I had always said,
"Please, listen to my cries,"
You deemed it safe, your words
"There is no such thing."
As I look to this pile of bones,
what is left,
I can't reminisce in what was,
there were, are, too many complications.
Your words haunt me,
desperately I listen,
but can I really feel them?
am I even human any longer?
As I hold a nail in my hand
"What if" is what ruined our tiny world,
I am what ruined our universe,
your ignorance ruined our paradise.
These words passed through our lips;
nothing I could do could possibly fix this.
I am desperate to rebuild this house,
our home, our paradise;
my emotions however, are blank --
how am I to repair this?
I know I couldn't possibly
I crushed the delicate artifact in my hand,