He promised to fix me
And I suppose in some sense of the phrase
He did.
But he left me
Half fixed.
Slightly conjoined pieces of glass
Scattered around as though thrown.
Yes.
He fixed me.
He fixed me enough so that
I can't ever hear his name.
Tell me now,
Because I'm too scared to answer.
Did he fix me?
Or did he just pretend to,
While he broke the glass surrounding me
Into infinitely tinier splinters?
Heartbreak is shit.
-Mel 🖤
YOU ARE READING
Shades of the heart
PoetryThis is my second poem book. The first one started off with really bad poems but got gradually better, but by then people hated my poems and deleted the book from their library, lol. The first book is called shades of the mind.
