The Art of Falling Apart

I built my walls with careful hands. Stacked each brick so I could

stand. But every storm still found a way to make my

foundation shake. I tried to glue the pieces tight. Pretend the cracks

were just the light. But you can't hold together a heart

that needs to fall apart. Every time I break, I

breathe again. Every ending finds a way to mend. Let me come

undone tonight. No apologies for my cracks and lines. Every scar's a

story carved in art. I'm learning the art of falling apart.