Your backwards words mix my mind,
As I organise your emotions...

Hurrying through my mind,
I walk slowly alone...

The spark to our problem was of what we loved
so similar in our faults, in our ways...

To feel anger over words
wordes formed to present...

The raging anger burns
Scolds my eyes...

A house of laughs
‘Smack’ a hit a blow...

A boy with Armour
is broken inside...

2 souls of contrast
so similar, so not...

A missing Fragment of me
not missed till the tears fall...

What a way to come
to then be broken...

Tears keep falling
hearts keep breaking...

Your tears have fallen
My heart has spoken...