I stood in the rubble,
and felt the heat from the flames.
Searching for taillights,
but the glow never came.
Our life slowly burned,
that we built as a team,
and a nightmare slowly grew,
where there’d once been a dream.
I didn’t know what to do,
once I knew you were through.
So I just watched the carnage,
and lost my mind too.
I didn’t understand,
but I think now I do.
You was the broken vase,
and I was only the glue.
I thought without me,
you would just fall apart.
I never considered,
you lied from the start.
I never fixed you,
like I thought all along.
Your sheer will held the pieces,
and that illusion was strong.
You went through the motions,
but not out of hate.
I know that came later,
but maybe it was fate.
Now that my heads clear,
I can finally see.
I can see the spiral,
that was once you and me.
I believed we were fine,
because I simply had to.
I think deep down inside,
I always knew.
Now that I’m clean,
I can’t lie to myself.
I can put aside pride,
and look up at that shelf.
The shelf built of lies,
that kept me alive,
as I slowly killed myself,
and drowned on the inside.
I can see now,
that it’s flimsy and frail.
The joints are all rotten,
and the paint has grown pale.
All that’s left to do,
is to tear it all down.
I think one hit will do it,
and crash it to the ground.
I’ll do it tomorrow,
if tomorrow should come.
At least I know the truth,
and you know what you’ve done.
