Feels like paper
Torn into multiple pieces
Incapable of reading
Unable to recapture the masterpiece of words and rhythms
Written intermittently
Preface was you and me
Climax was effortlessly
Reached by us both indeed
Mental famine
As my emotions feast on this significant piece
That held me captured in every ingredient
Of your well written chapter
Flipping through the book
Of a single page
Illicit laughter
Danger was after our words
To distort the subject matter of it
A story of hurt narratively told
Selfishly bold
Echoing in the back
Of my mind
The reason of destruction will show itself in time
Looks like a piece of paper to some
Stuck to the wet cement of tears
Wilting with un-recognition
It’s my heart.
