I swore that if you stepped foot in my chest again it would not crumble.
You could tear open my chest and pull on my heartstrings. You could take a sample from the cardiac muscle tissue and try to stop it from contracting but I would not falter.
You could completely dissemble my heart but you would not break it again.
You could open every closet door you left behind but would not find any skeletons. I buried them all and set fire to the evidence so you would not be convicted of the crime.
You can’t say you know what love is but your idea of love is white powdered lines and liquid therapy.
All I could ever do is watch you destroy yourself, watch you roll up dollar bills and take two shots too many.
And I would scream from behind yellow caution tape as you flee the scene.
I was there. I was in every intro, every rising and falling action. I was there at your downfall. I dealt with the drunken phone calls. I was there when you couldn’t sleep. I told you stories till your eyelids got heavy.
I was always there to clean up every single mess you made.
I gave you my lungs just so you could breathe without the smoke blocking your airways.
You are a gaping wound that never fucking heals.
I can still see the scars on your fists, the sheetrock around your wrists, and the holes in my chest from the times you got too angry. But I just learned to hide the heartache in those places.
You did permanent damage to this foundation but I never asked you to renovate me.
I took it as it came. I rode on this emotional roller coaster with you. I held your hand along the way when you were too blind to see. You say you’re grown and can do it on your own.
But deep down you’re just a kid who’s too scared to be anything more than broken.