Your footsteps I heard when the glass broke,
approaching to clean the broken mess they made.
Caressing every piece with every single word you spoke,
letting each one know that to him goodbye they should bade.
Polishing them, trying to make millions into a whole,
just so that I won't fade,
just so that I wouldn't lose my soul,
to someone who never truly cared.Stayed through the loud shattering sound,
when everyone called it an illness.
Tried sticking up every glass piece found,
Sometimes got pricked by the sharpness,
cold-hearted defense mechanism to stay on my ground,
despite your sheer dedication to make me alright I got to witness."I'm right here", you whisper to me,
whenever I am breaking.
Yet despite efforts, unable to come back to the real me.
Guess glass broken can't ever be fixed no matter how much the making.
Hence why I pushed you away now.Ended up choosing him over you,
Didn't even let you know the truth.
Made you unaware you are lying in a bed full of lies all around you.
I know I will bear the fruit,
to my actions, nothing new,
Little did I know though karma would hit way too soon.
It showed me consequences of misusing a hard earned boon,
and I knew right then,
I pushed away a could to be blessing.Now I can't even repair all the damage and messing,
I ended up pushing away a could to be blessing.
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