its like you two are fighting over
being hurt
hurling pieces of yourselves at
anything you can see
fueled by guilt
rage
and desperation
you shatter everything in reach
you never even realised i was there
i was always there
crying and begging
but i think you remember now
me
stained red
paralysed in a puddle of shards
impaled by your heart
go ahead
walk away
YOU ARE READING
Truly,
PoetryThis, in case you were wondering, is a collection and record of the spontaneous poems and written pieces I write, for me. I use writing to channel a large part of my emotions, and the pieces you may read are a consequence of this. The reason I share...
