I Built Your Bones

I was your glasses.

I was the reason

you no longer saw

green blobs on the highway;

you could finally see

every individual leaf.

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I was your bones.

I was the reason

you could finally stand,

and be happy with yourself.

Your only responsibility

was to keep us alive.

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But instead,

you broke the glasses

and pulverized the bones.

You left me with nothing

but a pile of hurt and shame,

and all my work circling the drain.

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Was it all not worth

anything to you?

Was it not worth

an explanation,

a goodbye,

or even a thank you?

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I was going through some old poems saved on my computer and I noticed a folder called "Based On..." where I found some poetry I wrote based on musicals and episodes. I will posting a few of these throughout the course of the week for all of you to enjoy.

This poem is based on Callie Torres and Erica Hahn from Grey's Anatomy. I always feel a relationship that changes you or encompasses a big part of your life requires an explanation if it ends suddenly. Otherwise, someone, or maybe even both parties, can be left in a bad place.

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Here are a few others for you to enjoy.