poetry by a girl who's afraid of herself //

Broken Glass

I miss you.
I miss the way your mouth curled up when you smiled. I miss the way your laugh echoed in the room. I miss the way you were shy and careful when you touched me like I could break like glass at any moment.

Then I start to wonder..
Do you miss me? Do you miss when my dimples deepened when I smiled? Do you miss my laugh echoing in the room? Do you miss the way I touched you gently and carefully like if I did something wrong you'd leave me?

But I guess neither of us learned anything.
Because you broke me like glass with a single touch. And you left me, Like I meant nothing.