I've broken once again.
This glass of mine,
shattered everywhere,
impaling anyone that dare come near me.
I picked up your pieces,
now it's time for you to pick up mine.
But no.
You won't do it.
And what for?
All because you're afraid,
of being poked by my broken pieces?
Maybe they were right.
Maybe I should've given up on you,
way before I started caring far too much.
YOU ARE READING
Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoesiaA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
