Church // Graveyard by Celine Heath

I thought you were my church.

Mirroring the parts of me that I adore, you transcended any concept of ‘perfect’ and I was

Consumed by the obsession for trying to make your walls fit my

Mould of a home.

Alas, my love, the walls crumbled.

You are my graveyard.

With every crack in the reflection you so desperately and obliviously present comes the

Cries of a mother losing her child, two old lovers sharing

One final “goodbye”, and another hole to bury

Myself in as I drift aimlessly, 

Lost in the love I had for you.

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