You were the screen
and he was the
tempered glass,
cracks multiplied
when you fell
to someone who
didn't catch you,
he loved you
so much that
it broke him more
than it did to you.
YOU ARE READING
Constellation
PoetryHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.
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You were the screen
and he was the
tempered glass,
cracks multiplied
when you fell
to someone who
didn't catch you,
he loved you
so much that
it broke him more
than it did to you.