Of all things
You thought this
Would break me
I remember everything
Which led to this
My attempts 
To form a void
Within this chaos
Reality, bends and turns
Sometimes wasted
Always left wanting

I missed the sound
Of it breaking
The last piece
Shattering the realization
As the dust blows
From my hand
That you were right
Of all things
It was you
Who would finally
Break me