But the truth is,
I have nothing,
Nothing
To offer you.
Except these broken shards
That once used to
be my heart.
And I know,
I know.
That you'll be
More than satisfied,
To have these too.
But I'll never
Give them to you.
Because when you'll hold them,
They'll just
Dig into your fingers,
And pierce them.
And make you bleed
And bleed, and bleed.
Until you're on your knees.
And wanna know how
I know that?
Because I've been holding them,
For far too long.
***
I hope this gets to you.
YOU ARE READING
unsaid
Poetry'I wanted to speak oceans, but only told you a drop.' #itsnotaphase {Started on Jan 10, 2017} {Ended on April 1, 2018} #1 in poetry (when the ranks used to actually matter) for 365 days (and more).
