I can’t help but think

These walls have been watching us

Walking towards failure

But they haven’t said a thing.

I should have listened more

To their silence

Instead of listening

To your drunken rambling,

As concrete silence

Always holds the truth

While words break into pieces.

Now all they do is whisper,


Eveything you’ve said to me.

I took a pen

To write you a poem

On these walls

But then I remembered

Why I should forget about you

So I threw the ink

All over the place.

I made a mess

And I thought it was perfect

Because a mess was exactly what I felt.


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