Honey
you and I were like
porcelain dolls.
Fragile and easily broken.
And you,
were the reason I fell down
and broke into a thousand pieces.
And I'll cut you as you cut me
I'll mark you as you marked me.
And as I collect pieces
of the 'you'
I once worshipped and loved,
I laugh to myself
because I know now that this was artificial
Because I cut you worse than glass
ever could,
because you were fragile,
just like me,
but you nearly killed me.
And now, my love
I plan to make you suffer.
- bleed for me
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".
