I crumble to the ground,
Shatter like a mirror,
Somewhere around,
I smear
The black writing.
How could you do this to me?
Couldnt you see?
All I wanted was to be free.
The writing,
Reuniting,
The ones we feared most,
The ones we promised never to bring us down.
But here we are,
Written in scars,
Breathing the swears,
Regretting all the affairs.
Your children scream,
As if in pain,
Holding mommy's hand,
Not wanting to let go,
But she must leave,
And never look again.
I guess its not really fair,
To have lost someone whos supposed to be there,
But life goes on,
And look at me today,
I held onto mommy's hand,
To only get dismay,
She never looked back,
And I walked away.
