Everything's prefect. Nothing could be better. You can breathe. You're swimming fine. You can do whatever without getting upset. But then someone says that word.
"Oh."
You know. The word that you just know is the word they use to signify their heart breaking into a thousand pieces. And you're gone.
"Oh."
Your whole world just changed with a word. Now you're sad and can't feel anything. Things start running through your mind left and right. You can't think straight.
"Oh."
One cut,
Two cuts.
Three cuts,
Four.
"Oh."
You
Can't
Breathe.
You're gone.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Wings
Poetry'For someone so small you're pretty strong. For someone so brave you're pretty shy. For someone so observant you're pretty abnormal.' For someone like me it's pretty hard to decide who I wanna be or where I want to fit in. So this isn't exactly poet...
