Apparently if you get so attached to an ornament
You feel your body shatter to a million pieces when it hits the floor.
Your walls were smooth but tiny cracks along the porcelain.
Once cracked, you longed to be handled once again with care.
You'll sit upon the shelf just hoping and praying to feel the hands on your cold vulnerable skin.
You'll see others be picked but why not you?
Is it because I have so many cracks from where your weapons have been?
I took from my wounds to heal yours with glue.
But when you were leaving, you knocked me off the shelf.
I thought you would turn and grab me but there was nothing
I could feel myself falling but it was better than being by myself.
I waited for you to run to save me from crashing.
But when I hit the floor, you were still gone.
And I was left with my million pieces surrounding Where we once stood.
You took my heart and everyone expected me to glue myself together and live on.
I was never pristine enough for you, but now my cracked surfaces are all good.
Because someone's garbage is another ones treasure.
I may have been your garbage but now I'm her treasure.
And she definitely fixed me up better💜
DU LIEST GERADE
Just some shitty poems❤️
PoesíaPoems about my own personal experiences. Trigger warnings will be stated beforehand if needed. Writing is my only way to get my emotions out, please don't copy work☺️ thank you for reading, leave an honest comment
