I’m a little rough around the edges,
Slightly tattered at my seams.
Crumbling wasteland made of bits and pieces,
Flimsily held upon these beams.
Shattered windows cover the floorboards,
Glass shards blindingly reflect the light.
Scattered garnet in sunder outlines,
A vague remembrance of the night.
Torn into so many different pieces,
Possible reparations, close to none.
Stitches worn down to naught,
I have finally come undone.