Dilapidated Hearts
They tore it down
along with everything
that was left of us
rafters exposed
building bones stripped bare
of everything once held dear
(love)
(respect)
(laughter)
left exposed to the elements
to warp and rot
ofttimes the way love does
too much space left in between
the studs
16, 24
the years pushing them further apart
instead of bringing them closer together
cracks
in the foundation of promises
shingles pulled back from the roof
after weathering too many storms and harsh words
which couldn’t be repaired once spoken
leaving a breach
for the rains to permeate
and fester
the black mold
which brought it all down
Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
Very nice, even if your words are a little bit sad.
Most of my poetry is sad.