People speak of falling apart,
As though it is a slow unnoticeable change.
They describe it as though you are glass.
you look perfectly fine,
but if you're provoked you smash into a million pieces.
Well darling,
If I'm glass,
I'm already chipped.
There's a huge crack down the middle,
Splitting my world apart and me with it.
Darling,
If I'm glass,
I'm the sort that you see is broken
from a mile away.
I'm the sort that doesn't look pretty,
Doesn't hold it together.
There are different ways to fall apart,
Just as there are different ways that glass breaks.
If you've seen one,
You'll never see it again.
-So fuck off with your "I know how to deal with it"s
-Mel🖤
YOU ARE READING
Shades of the heart
PuisiThis 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.
