I didn't want this end,
But somehow I'm here, standing alone,
A heart bruised by a gift I never asked for.
If I could rewind,
I'd break away first,
Not wait for the ache to seep in slow.
Love?
It's just a word, sharp as glass,
Nothing more than a hollow promise
That leaves me bleeding when it shatters.
I'm tired of feeling soft,
Of bending for someone who never sees.
I want to be stone,
Solid, unmoved—
Hurl myself through your carefully crafted world,
Crash through the windows of your pride
Like you shattered the fragile parts of me.
Maybe then you'd notice the damage you've done.
But I know you won't.
You'll move on, untouched,
While I sit here, trying to hold myself together.
The world feels colder now,
And part of me wishes I could freeze with it—
Be a rock, hard and unfeeling,
So I don't have to carry the weight of this hurt.
You'll never understand,
And I'm tired of trying to make you see.
So let me turn to stone—
At least then, I won't feel the cracks anymore.
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Little Pieces
PoetryA collection of short poems that reflect the ups and downs of daily life, exploring themes of struggle, growth, and the search for belonging. Each piece reflects a moment, a feeling, or a memory, offering a glimpse into the journey of self-discovery.
