i felt him shatter
into a million pieces
not like glass
because he isn't that
fragile or transparent.
his words are filtered
like good coffee.
he shattered like
the reflection of the moon
in a lake does
when poked.
he shattered in ripples.
all i could do
was hold him
as he rippled apart
and hold myself together
because i am that fragile.
each time my heart breaks
he gets cut on the edges.
i'm sharp and soft at once,
like the air in its
winter winds and summer breezes.
i traced my fingernails
on his back like a map.
i wanted to show him
where to go
but i didn't know
the destination.
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desolation
Poetrydes·o·la·tion ˌdesəˈlāSH(ə)n/ noun a state of complete emptiness or destruction. anguished misery or loneliness. just a book of my inner thoughts, feelings, and observations TRIGGER WARNING: may include eating disorders, self harm, alcoholism, suici...
