Viable Defiance

we went from I'm OK, you're OK you were my pillar when I was carrying the earth above my shoulders and my hand was something you could count on when the lights turn green then the path turned overly uneven for those high heels suddenly I'm not Ok, you're OK and you just left me there to look at that constructed life from the checkpoint while my flight became delayed time always offsets unevenness and timely those foundations lie overruned so without any remorse you dragged me in your mourning-sand and I'm not ok, you're not OK washed dishes won't make a person out of you just end that culpability sedimentation on my already deconsecrate shoulders nothing I said was properly so words stopped coming out avoidance became our reality didn't know how to break that silence at very end I was left broken missing me uncamouflaged unprotected me raising up glassed tears I'm building a sculpture rare animals are most haunted ones, and every animal bites when felt threatened I'm Ok, you're not