I breathed my soul out
Left it bare
Hoping this time
It might fly high

But with a single *****
You made it pop
Leaving no trace
No pieces for me to glue back together

if life were more about,
trading baseball cards,
riding roller coasters,
staying out past
curfew

we would be
friends for
life

But life
is more about
ego
pride
*******

you became someones
to me, because of no ones
important to either
one now

so just like
marbles and hardwood floors,
the right thing to say at the time,
things
get
lost.