A/n: This is a spoken poetry btw :)
BROKEN GLASS
I poured all the essence of my love in a broken glass
It spilled all over my new placed white table cloth
It stained looking like a ruby colored wine
Reckless, risks, reflects, regrets, rain, red, radio
All those reminds me of nights by the seaside drinking the oldest wine, dancing barefoot on a white sand
Oh it's warm
When he cuddles me and wraps his arms around me
Like a madly in love guy who's afraid to let his girl go
Never, no
But I woke up and realize it was-
It's was all a show
I cried and yell and curse and
I said I love you to the wrong person
I poured all the essence of my love in a broken glass
I am fixing him without realizing that I am slowly losing every single piece of me
He loves my gently touch
'You're my home' he said
I mocked, 'Your second home' it's sad
Aware of him being fragile
My broken glass
I didn't know that would be the last
Shards on the floor, had lost the lioness roar, he threw me a huge and hard boulder of truth
My heart beats melancholy because it hurt
That cliche line, 'Its not you, it's me'
It was us don't ever say you will leave me!
Haven't moved on, he haven't moved on
I couldn't get it
My heart's been the miserable target
Truth were like swords and burning arrows
Wounds are so deep and bruise are sore
My heart is bleeding in ruby colored wine
My broken glass
He's never mine
Never was
I met him to fix him for her
YOU ARE READING
𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
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