Unspoken

What do
I want
to say?
What
words 
will justify 
the breaking
of my heart, 
when words alone
twist their needles deep 
and drive this reality
home. 
It isn't just another
teenage drama love scene 
where some boyfriend suddenly becomes 
so two weeks ago 
this is heart strings I've tied tight
in double knots
for years 
becoming hopelessly undone
with no chance of
reattachment. 
The worst
break ups 
are between
friends, 
and now
the rainbow chair
I made you 
worked for hours 
on overcoming fears of
dremels and drills
and other such 
spinning
whirling
terrifying things, 
sits
in the corner 
buried
in dirty clothes
Maybe that is all
I have become 
The dirty laundry
you tossed to the side, 
unacknowledged
that it once kept you warm 
and protected. 
What do I want to say? 
This
is
over. 
What do I really mean? 
It never truly had a chance to start.