A man once made me a ring on a metal lathe and promised to love me forever

So I filled his cup. Over and over. I poured from myself until I was empty.

I created and carried a life for him, I made us a home in which to live

And then I watched as all the walls cracked, and all the effort in the world couldn't hold it all together anymore

But I still tried, patching and sanding. Maybe if we fix the floors, maybe if we paint the walls, maybe if we get another pet

The mud ran out, the drywall broke, the voices cracked and carried until the neighbors could hear every word

And at the end, I built walls of paper, glue and paperclips, pasted on a smile and continued on

It's no surprise it all tumbled down