Part:2
he whispers
like the long awaited
bitter winter wind,
"we'll see"
the internal battle i have within myself
is greater than any building
known to man.
with walls stronger than steel
and thicker than stone,
i say "hello" again.
for i instead was still and unmoving.
rigid
and although the time it took
to give me warmth and motion
again
was short,
i still had to pick up my glass body.
shard by shard.
and in that time i learned two things:
trust is only for those who
believe in it
and
people only come around at "convenient " times.
for it doesn't matter
what glue it is,
as long as the glass doesn't
break again
*j.m.k
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The Difference Between Right and Wrong
PuisiA collection of original poems about: mental health fallen love bad habits growing living and so much more i plan to update as much as possible