Trivial

Trivial perhaps it seems
this broken heart,
and shattered dreams
The pointing blame
now forced to end,
too much alike
when wills contend.
Yet puzzle pieces scattered
still to other puzzles fit,
now pictures are distorted
lacking perfect compliment.
Different roads are winding
always looked afar with you,
vanilla skies I recognize
have faded darker blue.
The ending of an era
dying of our special flame,
I'd always hoped our dreams weren't broke
and paths would be the same.
Proven wrong to swallow hard
I guess it's trivial still,
perhaps one day you'll understand
perhaps you never will.