I was once asked
"what is the sentence that killed you"
However—
It wasn't the sentences
that killed me.
It was the agonizing gaze
that seemed to stabbed
many blades.
It was the enthusiasms
when they talked to me
that got replaced
by coldness and despise.
It was the aching silence
that broke my heart
into many pieces.
And the love that
slowly decreases.
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Scattered Pieces
Poetry~if i learn the story behind each scattered pieces, will I finally know how the glass looked before it was broken... #25 & #24 in poets #1 in brokenpieces #1 in brokenglass #8 in poetry #8 in poetess #7 in originalpoetry #28 in poetrybook >None of...
