But there is something you don't see.
The broken pieces that make up me.
Taped together piece by piece, they're all starting to fall free.
Each one is coming undone.
I can't stop them now, the damage is done.
But with my pieces falling free,
I do t want you to see the damage that makes up me.
1/20/15
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Your Pages
PoetryI have to get the words out of my head sometimes. This is a completed work of 9 years worth of writing about the boy I was in love with. 9 years of expressing my emotions in written form. 9 years of him reading every word and treating me like shit a...
