Poetry

Broken Glass.

The world is broken. The people are broken. Once you break someone they turn into broken glass. They will break your heart. They might tell you lies and leave you once you have fallen. They might look away when you look at them because the fear of falling. It's not always intentional the pain they cause. It's kind of selfish what these people are doing. Look at yourself though. How many hearts have you broken. I've broke some. I've been broken. I'll use you like drugs. Once the high is over I'm gone. It's not because I'm selfish. It's because that's what I was taught after I turned into glass. I can make you hate me. I can make you love me. Few will touch my heart. Just because you penetrated my body doesn't mean you know the sound of my heart and the color of my eyes. I've never looked into anyones eyes really. I look but I don't see. I've only seen into one persons eyes. I got lost in them for they are the window to the soul. Those dark blue beautiful eyes will be remembered, for I loved him. I hope one day someone will take my broken pieces and turn me into a beautiful stained glass window. My sighting will make there world colorful. And there heart will flourish. And myself will know true love.