Brittle

After all this time you still have a place in 

my heart. 

But now it's quite small. 

It hangs off the edge for dear life 

like dead skin. 

No longer will I supply it with the 

means it needs to thrive. 

No more reminiscing on those mediocre  memories 

we had. 

Or feelings of nostalgia from 

missing our so-called romance. 

And it won't be too much longer 

until it falls and withers away. 

Much like those fall leaves 

on the day walked off my porch 

for the last time.

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