I want to look at her
and feel her skin
against mine.
I want to hold her close
and fight off her demons
late at night,
I want to love her,
with all my heart
and all my mite.
I want to hold her hand
in her darkest place
and remind her that everything will be alright.
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Shattered Glass
PoetryWhen everything is broken, and all the mirrors are destroyed, your wrist are cut open there are your thoughts that you wish to avoid. When everything is falling apart, and you long for this time to pass, you lie there with a torn up heart and st...
