i threw a vase
it smashed next to
your head
into a million tiny
glass shards
raining down making
small clinking
and trinkling sounds
on their way down
sparkling like glitter
but more deadly
i threw it in anger
your eyes looked
at me with
so much hurt
that i felt my own
heart shatter like
the vase i had just
thrown and you
cupped my cheek
and kissed me
before removing the
glass shards
and the splinters
you threw it
all out cleaned
up my mess as
usual and then
you turned to me
and said
'sorry' and really
i was the one
who should
have said sorry
and we both
knew it
and not deep inside
of us
but just under the
surface we knew
that you apologized
for me
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoesíaI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...
