You break my screen door
because you've become unhinged too
& you want me to know how it feels.
The fists in your eyes
are concealed cries for everything
that could've been.
You knock a picture off the wall
because it shouldn't have been there at all you say,
we should've never met,
I should've never said
I love you.
but I don't feel it like you
so you show me with broken objects, fallen memories.
The sound of your voice doesn't have the same effect
so your last words are a slammed door with a broken screen.