the architect

misunderstood - the architect (page 74)

i wrote this poem as a reflection on how the people closest to you often use you for their own gain – until you create something “bigger” than they expected, and they won’t even pause to support your work.

it still hits close to home for me – especially now, after releasing my first book. i’ve found more support from strangers online than from some of my real-life friends.
i hope you enjoy this piece from my book.

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my friends are breaking off of me
like i’m some fundamental piece of architecture
like a ledge they hold onto
when the wind got strong

they’ve got my stones
they’ve stolen my gems
and used them to build their own
until there was nothing left

the crumbs of dust have layered
underneath my temple
no one noticed
no one moved
to rebuild the ruins
of my tomb

rooted from my soil
then you left me barren
but forgot to close the doors
where i could see you staring

through them i could see
how the wind is blowing
what is on their minds
how they are living

it was me who shut them
i stopped watching you
for my own good
and peace of mind

3.8.2025

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