Foundation

My first love was a foundation
He showed me the floor plan and then
Built our house with his bare hands
Perfect blue walls with fully furnished rooms
Even though the dimensions were slightly off
When the floors started to creak and the
Walls began to crack
He would fix it up with plaster
But everywhere I walked
The plaster stood as a reminder
The windows that once beamed with light
Became bars filled with silhouettes
The doors became locked
Either with me in them
Or him
The perfect blue walls were now gray plaster
And the fully furnished rooms were torn
So I broke myself out
Right before he took the matches hid in our bedside drawer
And burned the whole house down with him in it
After all, it was only a foundation