And that's how she knew
that she wanted to die.
She didn't want to read
another book,
listen to
another song
or gaze into his eyes
for hours.
It all just stopped being important.
- when she knew
YOU ARE READING
Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
