Cracked Tile Floors

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The floors of the meeting room.

Cracked with time

Like the souls of those you meet here

We never forgot.

Nothing truly matters here

Only if your rich, stupid, and young

Its not much to others

Yet, give a man a mask

Married at 21

Got married young

Wasn't with the love of my life

Just sobbed all that nighth

I stand before my spawn

Glaring daggers at the sun

How dare it curse Me

With its unholy light

The packs of smoked cigars

Ciggertes are too cheap

Even if they have better flavor

I wish to go back to the first one

Sitting on that roof

With a man out of view

Tears still streaming down my face

I forgot his voice. How dare I

I curse myself in the wedding photos

With that fake smile of glee

Like I didn't sob before it started

I wish you had waited for me.

I wonder

Why you didn't object

Say something

I saw you in the crowd

In the back row

3rd seat from the door

Sitting there with a hat on

Holding back tears

The cigar burned out again.

Smell of smoke

And my burnt lungs

I stare at the wedding photos in the frame

Gripping it tightly in my hand

I want to burn these

So many everywhere

Like a demon

Taunting me.

Laughing

If only I could go back

The ring would've been with him.

Throwing the cigar in the trash

I don't care if its lit

If it lights the place ablaze

I'll be last out

In a box

Would you come to my funeral?

See my charred remains

See what you caused?

Dark thoughts.

It never used to cloud my mind

Before

You

I can't stand this

These children falsely call me

Dad

I wish they had never been born

My wife could toss herself from the top

I wouldn't care

Nor could I care

Funerals would be too good

Cracked tiles

In a fractured house

In a broken world

With one broken heart

-Cracked Tiles,

OC Info + Context:
Zackery Blackwell

Gay Businessman forced into a hetero marriage by his parents. His lover attended his wedding and never said goodbye. He hates his wife and family believing everything to be fake. He wrote this poem before a tragic fire claimed his life and his family. Police suspect a murder-suicide,

His lover Zander Landers attended his funeral and received everything in his will. May he forever rest in heaven

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 11, 2025 ⏰

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