A poem about getting over the person you opened your soul to. |
Glass shatters against the wall Falls to the floor in a bittersweet melody Squeezing the last piece in my hand Making a deep incision in the soft flesh Sitting in an oversized chair Letting it hold me tight like you should have done My hair hangs long in front of my face Hiding the pain and guilt Black tears roll down my cheeks As the mystery slowly washes away Blood running gracefully down my fingers Dripping quietly to the small puddle on the floor I let it happen again The secrecy that guided me left me to fend for myself You knew I wouldn’t get close But you broke right through the fortress that keeps me unknown Knowing the real me is like reading the diary of a person not yet born By now you could have written every word yourself Lately all you do is push me away when I try to be the comfort you need My presence isn’t good enough You don’t care about my love My guard shot up and I’m wary again With this last piece of you still in my hand Your face smeared with my blood Pushing deeper into my skin So much pain you’ve caused and the blame is all on me I throw what’s left of you at the wall You break just like you broke me I don’t need your picture anymore I don’t need you anymore |