Walking on Eggshells

Tip-toes,

Trying not to crack the eggshells

In my own home,

My own hell?

All over the floor

The remnants of past lovers

Have whisked through my door.

Taking steps over 

The traumas of old flames,

Although long been extinguished

This dance is always the same.

My dreams relinquish

With every crunch

Under my weary feet

Insides wrench 

As I accept defeat.

I am not the one for you

And you are not for me.