Foundation

I would write a poem

to tell you how I feel,

but the words have gotten lazy;

Barely strung together

by aching fingers

and exhausted thoughts

on a foundation that is crumbling

beneath the weight

of hate

and jealousy

and uncertainty.

It stands

only a few flights tall,

missing bricks

next to pristine skyscrapers;

Certified landmarks

whilst I’m certified safe.

That's not enough,

not to be remembered.

But the longer I hold it up

the more it hurts.

The slower I am.

The higher they get.

And every time I look up

I lose a few more bricks.

Maybe it’s time

to scrap the foundations

and start over

with new blueprints.

Something that can stand

without the both of us breaking.

Or maybe it’s time

to accept defeat

and stay grounded,

lest I keep looking up

at the skyscrapers

only to find myself falling.