A Book of Poems

16

Glass shatters, a shoe flies through the air

She sinks down on the floor and claws at the carpet

The memories of you eat away at her from inside out

How could you blame her for leaving?

How couldn't you see what was best?

Shattering the empty wine bottle on the ground

Blood runs down her hands from the bits of broken glass

A sweet relief fills her inside as the stinging pain takes over her body

She sighs and soon the relief disappears

All she's left with is broken glass and angry memories

- How could you not see that she had to choose herself over you?