i held the glass in my hand.
the weight of it pulls me down and i could not carry it anymore.
it crashed to the floor in pieces i could never count.
i wanted to pick it up, glue it back together.
fix what i had broken.
but it was too far gone.
instead, i cleaned the floor and collected the broken pieces.
heal.
i told it.
but some things never do.
realising the only thing the broken pieces were good for was a bittersweet memory of something that was once good, i kept them in a box to look back at in years to come.
parting ways with something i needed was far too difficult for me to comprehend.
within weeks i felt low and tired.
go.
i had screamed at my pain.
leave me be.
i needed to heal.
but how could i when the memories of what went wrong say directly in front of me.
so i threw out the glass.
disposed of the terror that i did wrong.
see we all make mistakes.
but we cannot hold onto things that remind us of our wrong doings.
it will only hold us back.
instead, move forward.
be a lesson for your future self.
and don't cut your healing skin on the broken glass.
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sickly sweet
Poetrythis is a book of poems or thoughts/feelings i have, all written down. heartbreak, love, pain, happiness and many more emotions and feelings of emptiness are all spread out in the words of this book. each chapter has a category, you'll find pattern...
