Pieces

In a space between nothing and zero

A place where even rock bottom seems too high

You question where things went wrong

Pause…

You wonder if you were ever right at all

Is it possible to delude one’s self that bad

Is it possible 

Conceivable

That not even an inch of it was real 

Every emotion 

A careful construct

Threatening to crumble at the slightest peak

But 

The cracks have been there

It has crumbled before

Love isn’t easy 

So we paint some more

An intricate piece of art

Disguised out in the open 

A strong structure 

With a solid base

But 

Behind the frame

A fragile sign reins

Do not touch

But let us see what happens with the slightest bit of pressure

The frame collapses

The work's masterpiece becomes exposed

The exquisite work becomes real

With its broken pieces

Colorful shards

Glue of all kinds 

Holding it together

You see the beauty

You see the reality 

You see me

My own work of art