he was a troublemaker
she was a life shaker.
he broke her
she fixed him.
and when the bandage was placed and the stitched were sewn on him
she was nothing but a shattered glass on the floor. like he use to be.
he tried to fix her too.
he didn't know how.
and then it was too late.
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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...
