This morning, I walked past the calm body of water that usually spoke to my soul and I heard nothing.
The bones that usually carried me through the day had been broken in place of my heart.
The clouds were dead. I knew that cos the sky was red. The happy faces in my head, though still there, were now quiet.
I had built my entire world around you yet again. I can swear I swore it’d never happen again after all that pain the last time.
When you dropped the ball, that was my heart, my world came crumbling and so did the bones that carried me.