"Love takes hostages.
Like a virus,
worms it's way into you,
eats you from the inside,
until your nothing left
but a pile of broken glass.
But even then it still takes,
leaving you crying in the darkness.
Simple phrases like 'it wasn't meant to last,'
or 'maybe we should be friends,'
becomes a glass splinter to your heart,
not just when they said it
but every time you see them."
- n/a
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Missing Pieces
Poesíaa random collection, a sort of cohesion, of mental chaos and emotion. most of it was written years ago and is now nothing but a stamp in time, a reminder of who i was. enjoy !
