Ink & Shadows: The Words of Osiris j Reapor

I built these walls from promises I could not keep.
Worn photographs still linger in forgotten drawers.
I have stood on both sides of goodbye long enough to know its language.
Love found me four times and left carrying pieces of my name.
Like broken glass, some wounds were given and some were earned.

All these years later, I still hear the echoes.
Long after the doors closed, the silence remained.
When I search my past, I find fingerprints beside my own.
And I cannot claim innocence any more than I can claim blame alone.
Yesterday holds enough ghosts without inviting new ones.
So I stopped reaching for forever.

Let others chase sparks and call them destiny.
Once, I would have followed them into any fire.
Very little remains of that man now.
Each heartbreak took something, and I offered pieces willingly.

You ask what is left of me.
Only fragments too small to break and too guarded to give away.
Until the end, I will break my own heart daily, so no one else can.