Picture._frame

I have turned the picture perfect image of us into a broken memory; full of pain, anger, emptiness, and no love. Now how can I possibly show you we can fix up that image and once again, be perfect?

While walking down the stairs, on my way to your car; I looked at you and I tried to not fall, But I actually fell harder then I could have possibly imagined.

I'm glad that while you looked right at me [as every step towards you I fell harder] you didn't notice; and you couldn't see how much pain I was in.

Hidden within my smile was the picture perfect person you once knew; broken.
As if you were my frame holding me up, and you protected me from being blown away.

Now I've free fallen into this nightmare where I'm placed in your shoes and your placed in mine. Except your me; when I believed my picture frame would last forever.

Now I'm torn and ripped and feel as if your the only person who knows how beautiful of a picture we together made.

The world only sees the broken pieces of me that I struggle to keep together; even though at night I always break down.

Now you protect another image that seems more beautiful to you, then ours. You have seen me trying to hold myself up but you wrap your love around another. But inside I can't help, but have a little smile because I know inside the frame is a piece of me from when we were once joined as one.

Your memory trapped inside me, as mine is in you.

This picture perfect image -which is ugly to all,but the most beautiful thing to me- will be waiting for you; my frame.

So I'll struggle to hold on to our pieces but I can't promise they will all stay; because without you, what I live for, the wind is trying to blow away.