The Breakdown of The Breakup

A wooden door tightly closed.
Through the walls she sits alone.

Words written, scribbled down.
A message sent,
Not a breath to the sound.

Screams and crys,
Thunderous storms crashing down.

Darkest night,
That hallow moon who illuminates
Twisted twigs and the last of dying life.

Gental pause,
The slowset sniff,
A snuff and a heavy drop falls.

Rivers so full,
A bursting bank.
The underlying moan of a lost child who sank.

Collasping knees,
A bang to the head,
She fell but it is he who is dead.

well this is basically about when I broke up with my evil horrible bf,
we fought all the time, the fights! really really bad fights, anyways he suffered the most afterwards, i mean i was hurt, but he was destroyed..haha!