I left you the minute I felt the broken glasses.
You begged me to stay but, I couldn't.
I'm sorry I left too soon
I wasn't ready to go through the cracks of your life
Cause I haven't healed from my own wounds
to help you heal yours
I know you're mad at me for leaving you behind
I'm scared of this world too
But, two wounds together will cause more damage than it does any good.
At least in my experience.
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Fragile
Poetry"Every word that was once thrown at me made the glass shattered at the end." Collection of poems
