You seem to have become addicted
to a growing fascination
about our rusty family storage,
determined to scatter all this useless debris
with nothing to gain,
yet everything to lose.
Who am I to think you ever loved me,
when every intention you have right now
is to drag this family into the realms of the unknown,
chipping away at the concrete we poured over the past.
I spent years hammering secrets
into the deepest part of my heart,
and nail by nail,
here you are
trying to claw them apart.
What hurts the most,
is that the person lying behind the lies,
doesn't seem to give a damn about me,
or what hearts you break
during your path of self-destruction.
I wonder what you are thinking about
every time you repeat your lies.
Do you ever stop and fear the look
of disappointment in our eyes?
You are sending a tornado through our hearts,
a hurricane through our scars,
and a typhoon through our dormant tears.
Just remember,
there are no perfect storms,
sometimes,
no one survives.
