I was rubble.
Crying over spilled tears,
I lost all the pieces.
You wrecked me,
but in a good way.
My walls
erected as a stupid attempt
at erasing the past.
You touched every last one.
You found every weakness.
When I first tried to invade your walls,
I never meant to start this war
But,
You will always be my wrecking ball
who knocked out all my pain.
{Prompt: Wrecking Ball by Miley Cyrus}
Copyright: September 21, 2013
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