The funny thing is that I bought it to feel closer to you, but I couldn't feel more split apart.
You used to sit in your chair by the window; switching around the fragments. Your strong mind formed beautiful pictures from each broken piece.
Everyday you'd sit and focus.
Your brain strengthening with every word search, crossword, and puzzle.
You had such a beautiful mind.
How could one afternoon cause so much destruction?
YOU ARE READING
memiors of the broken
PoetryI found myself lifted from my venom clouded thoughts. All minds can run laps while standing still. This is my story. These are memiors of the broken.
