You held my heart on a silver platter. So accurate only a cliche can describe it. You cause havoc every time you come back. I’ve barely cleaned up since the last time, but here you come with your wrecking ball all over again. Making a mess my mother would shudder at. She asks about you still. Whatever happened to the nice boy down the street? Grew up, grew out, grew apart. Lying. You broke my heart and I watched from above cuz it felt like I was in heaven till reality set. You stomp around the chambers like you own them and at one point you did. You broke me and so I did what you taught me. I destroyed. Everyone and everything. No one left in tact. I even broke you. Shattered with the pieces on the floor. I stepped around them but I’ve got the scars on my feet from all my mistakes. So no, I won’t answer you this time. Because I crush everyone around me, but I’m always the one left bleeding with no ones hand to hold. Chase everyone away who would even consider saying “this will sting” before carefully placing a bandage over my sins. Bandaids only stop the bleeding, keep the infection out, but I’ve seen infections from the inside like the cancer in my blood that I pour onto pieces of paper. People don’t notice disease like that until its too far gone. The alarm clock in my head ticks reminding me there’s not much time left. The gears in my head are constantly turning but I don’t work like a well oiled machine. I could change it all around with maybe some help. But the closest you’ll get is a posed picture with a smile just for you. Just to help you sleep easy at night. I’m fading from the inside out, but you won’t notice till I’m too far gone.