This House

The days seem longer. There is a stillness in this house. Possibly from what was once here or from what never was. This bed seems uncomfortably cold. The memories hang onto these walls like pictures. Every inch is a reminder. Indescribable the feelings are when I walk into our room. I remember the good times, and tend to forget there were bad too. Although you were in the wrong, I fought myself to believe it was different. Is it because I yearn for it to be the way it was. Or that I couldn't grasp the thought of moving on. My body had grown weak, mentally drained. So many useless tears have been shed through these halls. Hopeful, I thought that things could be different if you had just come home. I beat myself up asking why? Did I not love you enough? But these walls hold a story and saw what I couldn't see. You took what was beautiful and destroyed it, careless in your ways you destroyed me. But just like this house those feelings will fade. They will become old and forgotten just like yourself. They will fall. Please don't think you broke me. I know now what I deserve I will walk away from this mess you made. Ill love stronger and fight harder, but next time it will be for someone who will do the same. This relationship was over long before it ended. This house doomed long before it was built.