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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