As you climb the ladder of life, with every step you take , the last one crumbles

It disappears and fades to black , the past , things you should’ve done , but that’s not to be worried about , because the time for it has gone.

It takes a bold soul , one that’s willing to fight , to attempt to change the past , and make the wrong things right.

You could never change what happened , or take back the words you said.

Once they leave your mouth, the thought of it is dead.

It still hurts , it still cracks the perfect heart.


Every time it’s broken , it tears us both apart.

Not so much the giver ,
that fragile thing it is not theirs.

For it was just a piece of them, and for you it’s only tears.

You don’t see the crack that gets bigger by the years, the crack that was small and faint is now irreparable dark and dank.


Until one day you realize you’ll never get it back, the parts of broken pieces that fall into the black.

The dispare, the emptiness that sinks beneath the earth, into the dead and dieing land consuming all its worth.


The memories of thoughts , of fantasies and fairy tales

pipe dreams of love that doest exist.

Fables told about true loves lie, and how it never has been real.

For if love was a true thing it wouldn’t hurt so bad.

It feels like drowning , like dieing ,like suffocating, like the atmosphere has been sucked away leaving a vacuum where your lungs were.


Can’t breathe ,can’t go back , the lack of air is unrelenting.

So for me it’s not worth the risk.

I will never put my softer parts out to dry again. they’ve bruised and banged around.


Nicks and cuts gouged into its flesh.


Scarred and tattered and torn.


Untill I take my last breath, I will surely fight, with every once of will I have till my hearts reborn.
© S.S.N.Lloyd