Crumbling Poem by Belle Violet

I'm thinking of painting the walls on Sunday.
I don't have to study,
and I'm thinking Coffee.
I want a light brown.
When I look around here
I see potential.
You forget to mention,
that you saw it too.
You have an eye for beauty
and hands that can build it.
Why not
fulfill it?
Between you and I
we can fix up this dive
and have fun in the process;
I promise,
just trust this.
Can't you see
it's all crumbling?
I wish you would fall
in love
with me again.
I wish I could trust you
the way I did then.
I'm not sure if we're broken
or salvageable
yet,
But you seem to
regret carrying
me
to your bed.
Will you ever love me
as much
as you did
back then?