Poetry Anthology

Sharp ends

I think I've changed. It's clear that I have.
I don't laugh, think ,feel and most importantly love the same.
There's been a shift in character and priorities.
Past experiences taught me that.
I've been broken, bruised and battered so forgive me for my transformation.
The broken shards of myself are far sharper than you think.
So be careful.
I don't want you near.
Don't touch me, please, I could hurt you without meaning to.
You see this is why you can't pick up the pieces.
You'll hurt yourself trying to.
I couldn't bare that.
So I hide myself and cover it up.
So you don't have to play hero.
It's not your responsibility.
I try rather to piece myself together, that way its okay when the shards cut me.
Finding it better to carry my baggage alone rather than burdening you with it.
I continue to pray and wish the best for you.
All your hearts desires.
Knowing that I have nothing to give but broken glass and emptiness.
I do this not only to you but to the others I care about.
And decide you'll never truly know how much I care about you.

-M