to those of you...

to those of you who are too afraid
to let your heart feel
the icey hearts of those who have been let down
one to many times
the hardened hearts
who fought so hard to build those walls

to those of you
who built those walls from scratch
the walls that at first started as straw,
but then were blown away with heartache
the walls that then were built with brick,
but then were foolish crushed through unexpectedly

to those of you who had torn down bridges unknowingly
the bridges that had formed first through friendship
and then grew into interest
the bridges that sparked from interest to like
then unexpectedly crashed and burned to despair

to those of you who had burdened
such despair and resentment,
which started through interest and hope
to those of you who had started
with wishful thinking and positive thoughts,
which started with a look, grew with a smile
and flourished with a kiss
to those of you who had leaped and jumped
and ran to the edge of the cliff
which initiated with a kiss,
grew with a question and snowballed with doubt

to those of you who had got lost in translation
with the words yet unsaid
for than became the basis of the arguments
and the confusion at state
to those of you who had tried desperately
to find meaning within the words in between
for they had become the basis of subliminal messages
of truth hidden and surpressed
to those of you who had realized what they had done
and lost subconsciously
for they had been so guarded
and oblivious to see what was really at state

for the times that they kissed and smiled so deeply
all the questions that lingered and faltered relentlessly
for the awkward moments of devastation and social casualty
all the heartache attached, all the physicalities consumed
for the pieces of heart and self that were put forward in faith
and then selfishly ravished away into the thoughts of the mind

for what is done and cannot at all be taken back
for the damage is done, and there is not much yet to heal
but the feelings that were present, all that much was too real
but all the confusing matters at heart, all the suffering done
all the indifference and bruising, disbelief of chance in being the one

for it wasn't even that long of a time, to put your heart out there
to get broken, yet not cry,
yet enough to do damage to the friendship at hand,
the circumstances of a real purpose...
all the thoughts on demand

for what they've felt before now seems absent
and has diminished if so, this was all just meant for your amusement,
brief and to the point.. for what once was so pure initially at birth
has ended so brutally, with apathetic concern and pure mirth.