silenced-poet

Quiet heartbeat Boom. Boom. Boom. Laughing in the face Of all we assumed The happy flirting And encouraging words That left their marks Etched deep in the wood Of a soul never known Not worth knowing Because you weren't looking If skin wasn't showing. And that quiet heartbeat Becomes diminished As it shatters in pieces At knowing we're finished - It isn't my fault Except I made you a god I built you a place here To rejoice or hide I offered you shelter A mooring to rest And you burned down the house I built With your carelessness. Your careless words. Your thoughtlessness. Was all I heard.