I do not wish,
To put feelings to paper,
To write of this heartbreak,
And it's agony.
Of the mosaic they created,
Before you bashed it.
I do not wish to tell of all the tears,
Nights spent crying,
The pain and questions,
nor the desire for death.
Feeling the rumble,
as my world fell,
The sky lowering in pieces,
as I cower,
worrying that they may hit me.
Because if I told you this,
It'd be all too real,
and I can't stand a reality without you.