Your heart just isn’t in it;
That’s something I can’t fix.
And you know I’d give anything,
But some things can’t be fixed.
Maybe I’m what’s broken…
That’s the way it feels –
Like I’m cracking at the seams,
And none of this is real.
And I know I can’t tell you
Just how far I’m falling.
But I refuse to bother you
With my pointless bawling.
I think I’ll keep my secret,
And take it to my grave
Locked up safely in a place
I don’t have to be brave.
I’ll build the wall back up again
Until it’s not so lax
And I’ll make sure you never see
The fractures or the cracks.
This poem was originally written July 6, 2015.