5/10/17
Do you remember that old vase?
When you got it,it was new
You claimed to love it
-until you got careless
You started playing with it
And one day it just broke
;you broke it.
You tried to piece it back together but those cracks still showed
So you gave up on it and threw it away
I'm the fucking vase.
YOU ARE READING
I wrote this for us.
PoetryI wrote this for him,for you,for me. Many of you who read this will not understand,and spotters can relate.It's an exclusive inside to my thoughts.
