Closure

this poem about breaking up

let's not pretend we're something were not,
unattainable,
detach, untied myself from you,
all our love gone bad,
I get it; I'm the damage,
the illusion,
not real,
everything i thought I knew about love,
I didn't feel from you,
everything i  was, wasn't  good enough
all the love went bad
I bet you didn't know how sad it truly was
How I had to pick up the broken glass,
that flood the doors to our,
past, present and future,
I should of known from the start,
that things don't last forever,.
when i get myself involve