The Fault in My Heart

Across the field, my feet slithered.

I reached up, and behold it lay.

I thought I had reached my dream.

Still, my heart wondered.

Hung upon a wall, my heart lay still.

I was taught, It’s black or white, not grey.

And then, one day, you came.

May be something more, could be less.

You saw me at worst, and best;

Taught me everything I know,

Yet you seem so hard to let go.

I thought you were my friend.

Then you crashed,

We fell, the very end.