My heart fizzed effervescently just like when snails tread on salt,
Slowly sizzling in a pool of itself
Melting into nothing, only leaving a shell behind
My hands pressing against you from behind the glass mask
But force fields exist not to taunt, not just to flaunt
I leave misty fingerprints on the glass and tell you I miss you, I wish you
Could come out of this strange museum and I could take you home
But you are on display, you have to stay
I understand, you are the greatest piece of artwork in all the land
But I created you with my own hands, a product of
Two parts broken pieces and three parts secrets
And four parts of the stains of champagne on the floor
But now you're off telling everyone that I
Destroyed you,
And that you are just a sculpture taped together a million times,
A girl full of broken melodies and fractured rhymes
I'm here to tell you that it's about time you escaped your own mind
And came back home
YOU ARE READING
Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...