Oh baby, didn't it just kill me.
You're brown eyes.
Those brown eyes that used to consume every inch of my porcelain body.
Those brown eyes that have seen my heart along with my body at its most naked,
hundreds of times.
We're locked with mine.
You'd think I met an old romance.
I met an old ruin.
I've moved on, the thing about moving on is
you've sworn off the thing that shattered your porcelain skin and didn't even think to help pick up the pieces.
You lock him up with your broken pieces
and you throw away the key in your past.
And you promise yourself you can laugh
and it doesn't have to hurt
because you won't ever have to see the eyes that broke you
ever, ever again.
And there you are.
And here I am breaking into the millions of pieces you left me in the last time I saw you.
You were as good as dead to me
but here you are killing the smile that was on my rose bud cheeks seconds ago.
But then I let my cheeks rise in a smile again,
the way the sun rises when night is over.
Because I won.
My triumph strikes and shakes you the way thunder does
I know you can feel it.
You got smaller, your eyes grew in awe.
Oh, do I pity the excuse of a man you are.
But I celebrate the woman I've become since you've left.
You broke me,
and under the pressure
I've became strong as diamonds
with a golden heart.
Oh baby, didn't it cure me.
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UPSWING
Poetryupswing: an increase in strength or quantity; an upward trend. a collection of poetry from a girl who falls in love with everything. //// welcome to my new poetry novel !! I'm so excited im back writing again !! this story is about my new journey...
