This is a poem I wrote that applies to a relationship of mine.
I’m not keen on breaking pieces of you
The pieces may not have come from your heart
but nonetheless, I’ve broke you.
You say “good morning beautiful” and I wonder why I can’t say anything at all.
You keep me sane and I adore you for that
because everyone around me is breaking me down.
You’re the only boy who’s made sense yet you don’t make any sense at all.
How is it that all that I feel is skin on skin?
I’m waiting for the fireworks and it’s a delayed start.
It’s slower than that,
It never starts.
I’m not keen on watching your friends pick up your pieces and glue you back together.