Anne-Marie.

I dislike this one. It's horrid.

How easily the glass has been broken in your hand.

Anne-Marie, can you count the lines and kiss me?

What about all the little pieces left behind?

Are they even there to find?

Oh Anne-Marie, such tiny thoughts they provoke.

Those whispers that grow louder with each stroke.

Pull them from me, Anne-Marie.

But before you do, please tell me,

Do you plan to glue it back together?

Maybe let me easily fall, as you would a feather?

Or just pretend everything was new?

Oh Anne-Marie, what will you do?

Please, just help me through.

Reviews

[Corrupthoughts]

I am very confused as to why you don't like this piece. It reminds me of Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe. It is very whimsical but has dark over tones. The symbolism behind the glass is strong and I sense it being directly related to a broken heart. At least, that is my interpretation. A very nice write. You sir, are too hard on oneself.

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such a heart felt write.
I could feel this.