I'm sorting out the pain.
Everything's becoming plain.
I thought I would understand the day when you left but now I realize everything it seems as I sit in my own mess.
I finally saw the reasons through your eyes.
Who could ever love a broken human like me?
Who would dare try to superglue back this broken doll when I'm nothing more than broken shards?
Then one day I saw everything through somebody's eyes and that was the moment I saw that I could truly be loved and that somebody would stay and help put back my pieces.
That's why he's not you because he didn't see a mess of a childish doll but a person who was just to strong but became weak when the sea waves crashed over me.
He could see what I never saw that I only needed someone to help me stand in the waves and not fall crashing into the sea.
That it only took that one person for me to believe I could be more than glass upon the floor.
He give me strength so I could sweep up my own pieces and make a masterpiece that no one has ever seen before.
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Trio Of Words
PoetryPoetry from the corner of my little world. Another freestyle poetry book. "You finally saw that I was a puzzle piece that wasn't complete, but aren't we all when our emotions fall?" "So these are all things that keep playing back to me in poetry. A...
