What hurt me the most
Was the fact that you didn't even try.
You stared as I shattered
Into a million pieces like glass.
You didn't even half-halfheartedly
Try to tape the pieces together.
You didn't wipe away a single tear
Out of the myriad I've shed.
You didn't hold me once
While I cried myself to sleep.
You stood and watched with the others
While I became the catastrophe
By my very own design.
You and I both knew that
I was broken beyond repair,
But it would've been nice to know
That the one I held so dear
At least cared enough to stay
And to hold me as my soul
d i s i n t e g r a t e d.
But you walked away without a second glance
At the broken girl you had left to die.
You didn't even try to save me.
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The Chaos
PoetryWelcome to the chaos of my mind. A collection of original poems by me. "A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." -W.H. Auden "That was her gift, she filled you with words you didn't k...
