Torn Day 3

Today my pieces are even further.

1003 scattered pieces.

You blame me.

But how can it be my fault?

I was young.

I AM young.

I think the thing that hurts the most is your tears.

Or maybe it’s the years we spent building this home.

You say that I am like a fire,

Burning us to the ground.

But that isn’t fair!

Our foundation was never steady to begin with.

How can you blame me for the flames when you’re the one who fuelled them?