Crushed

A Poem by dillonjensen

Kind of a scenario that ran through my head.

Is anyone listening to this hopeless cry?
Will someone guide this wandering wanderer?
Can the damage be undone, or is this just a waste of time?

Trying to pick up and mend the broken pieces that used to be my love.
It's as if this tightrope won't let me cross.
And as we know, gravity always brings us down to reality.

I crash hard...Harder than usual this time.
It's just she seemed so much like "the one."
With a million questions running aimlessly through my head I am fixed on just one.
Why?

Did I do something wrong?
Was it something I said?
Not in the mood for, "It's not you, it's me," bullshit.
I guess I should have seen this coming.
I mean we all have scars, so what's another knife in the back?
Speaking of scars, if you show me yours first I'll show you mine.