I won't break.
Like metal I was malleable, I would bend but never snap, I never broke.
I crumbled.
Like a paper airplane's inevitable crash into the ground I waited for the day when the interior rot would overwhelm me.
Like a paper chain's fragility my fertility for life fell with my optimism, my cynicism consumed my entire being and I crumbled.
Piece by piece I pulled apart, and my pursuit of reality and sanity ended in nothing but a broken wing.
I had flown too close to the sun, the heat the brilliance, the beauty destroyed me from the inside and I burned, back to the ground, my feathers alight as my flight went tumbling into the sea.
I crumbled.
Like a fool, I never broke. I never gave myself the chance.