A heart pumping broken glass,
Bones smouldering to ash,
Her glass is half empty of Cabernet,
She doesn't know who to trust in life's slippery mascaraed.
These luring faces fall off
Only to show their true colours,
So she drinks to blur line of who she brings under her covers.
Turning off her mind,
She's free.
Blind to the hardcore,
She breathes.
Pain to spark the pleasure;
The feeling of numbness no more.
Her tears wash away her face
A mask that she soon unfolds.
Never knowing who she really is,
Never knowing what anyone beholds.
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Tainted From a Broken Heart - Poems
PoetryWhen one has their heart broken one too many times, then they become prone to letting go the next person they fall for a little easier. Possibly they no longer feel or maybe they fear from it happening again. Emotionally numb or snake bitten, their...
