I never told you this
because you didn't
give me the time to.
Your name was the only
word I could say during
the day without tasting
bitterness.
I really did love you,
but the hole I dug myself
in was too deep to show
you properly.
I had the word 'fragile'
written across my forehead,
but falling in love with
you was like falling
down a flight of stairs.
When the pieces were
shattered across the
basement floor, you walked
out and took the broom
with you.
(QK)
.
