I held pieces of broken mirror between my fingertips.
I saw depression in the reflection.
That person wasn't me.
I heard heavy footsteps,
Your footsteps.
I have never seen someone look as upset as you did.
I'm sorry.
I'm not important enough to be worried about,
Especially by you.
But when you pulled me into your arms,
The pieces of broken mirror slipped from my hands.
I never thought it would be you trying to fix me.
YOU ARE READING
my secret mistakes • {poetry}
PoetryThe most deeply personal thing I may ever write, from an old soul trapped in a young body. Imagine a window into my life, my unfiltered, strange and unpredictable life. These are the things I am too afraid to tell anyone. So, welcome to my mind.
