I tried.
I really did.
I tried taping it,
I tried tying it,
I stiched it,
I bolted it.
But still it fell apart.
I put up walls,
Made of mortar and stone
So nothing could touch it.
Nothing could hurt it.
I told myself it was safe.
Safe from everything bad in the world.
And also from the good.
Safe from you.
But you did, as you always do.
And you broke right through.
Tearing it to peices one more time.
Then smiling and walking away.
Leaving me, with the wreckage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem