you held the glass in your hand
for a long time
eventually
it became bothersome
it was inconvenient
so you dropped it
the pieces
they shattered
you felt bad for creating
a mess
so you swept it up
and threw it away
so that
you'd never see it
again
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give me love
Poetrythis is a piece i created in the duration of complications in my lifetime. these words are brought among myself from the pure bliss days, to the heartbreaking nights that kept me awake questioning my reason at all. betrayal, abandonment, love, ecsta...
