Walls

Everything still hurts when I say your name.

Though, this pain is not the same —

and neither am I.

You;

May have changed, and I don’t care to see.

But maybe you’ve accepted the blame — was not all on me.

Who really could take credit for such a tragedy?

As young as it is, I have aged since then;

Proven to myself time and time again,

It is better to leave early than watch walls cave from within.

Though the damage is done;

And debris of a crumbled home lines my skin.

I know these new walls of mine — cannot stop me from beginning again.