My feeling for you are not some lego house that you can break apart and rearrange at your leisure.
They are more like a glass house. Something that took meticulous time to create.
A glass house that has been
Cracked
Chipped
Shattered
And glued back together
Again
Again
And again
With every crack is your attempt to push me away but I refused to break
Every chip was a time when you managed to hurt me
And every shatter was when I finally broke
but your glue was one sentence of 3 words
… the biggest lie you ever told me
But I keep repeating this process again and again
Hoping that the shattering will stop.
But until then I’m still here
Because the beautiful thing about glass is that every crack is visible so that the past cant be denied.