It blew up with you,
Left me unguarded for him.
Open wounds never seem to close,
especially if you keep picking at them.
Fists raw with every bloodied lip you leave.
Like slamming into a mirror,
Isn't it pretty when it shatters?
All it's broken sharp edges.
All so beautifully glistening red.
YOU ARE READING
Color Me Gray
ŞiirIt's about my life in a way. A lot of my poetry stems from things I go though. And Unfortunately I only update when something makes me generally upset or overjoyed. I'm happy with whatever feed back.
