I reach out to her,
But she shatters.
Each small shard making its way to the ground in front of me.
She collapses like a house of cards in a light breeze,
Like anyone would under pressure.
I watch as she breaks, falls, crumbles to the floor.
In that moment I know that I need to fix this girl.
In that moment I make myself pick up each shard of her soul, cutting my hands and my heart.
Each piece of her tears me apart as I try to fit them back into a pattern that must somehow make sense, but maybe I put them back together wrong because she-
I am not her anymore.
(L. E. OC)
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Midnight Hearts and Broken Conversations.
PuisiA collection of personal poems that I think could be related to, appreciated and interpreted differently by everyone. Every poem has a story behind it. Whether these stories were bad or good, a piece of poetic work was the outcome. It helped me to...
