Chaos

Breaking the broken pieces

My eyes pop open.

I can feel the light , slapping in my face,
but the lack of you here beside me,
always hits me harder.

I walk on the cold carpet,
In a grave once we called home,
Bare feet,
Stepping on the broken pieces of my heart,
scattered all around the floor.

The skin once you made it glow, now,
gets cut by the
glass-dusts of a heart you smashed it against the floor.

and I bleed.

I bleed with my eyes,
Blood turns into tears.

And I bleed.
With every broken piece that I pick up from the floor.

I bleed,
As I put the pieces
Back in my chest,
Digging in like daggers.

And I bleed
until
You come back
And break the broken heart again.

Breaking the Brocken pieces.

You were always
The man of impossibilities.

A/N
In every poem I write, I put my pure feelings. I truly wanna know what 'you' guys feel about every words and every lines.
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