You built me a beautiful castle with flowers and crystals and love.
However in my grandiosity it was never enough.
A palette never satiated- hands that are always bare
Left me so broken with no spirit for you to repair.
A love so brief and splendid-
It tore my world apart-
It was not by brick my brick we fell
Just immersed straight into hell.
A mound of "ifs" and "whats"
Upon your broken castle lay
A crumbled foundation from the start - a moment of weakness and decay.
You saw beauty in my pain
And light someplace in the dark
Had I the capacity for empathy that might have been enough.
Stones, flowers and crystals
Crumbled nostalgia and tokens of what was
Possibly in my whole life
The most beautiful of loves.
