Broken Jar

Being a recluse is unoriginal.

I've known it was broken,

yet it couldn't be fixed.

Collected the pieces and

held it with glue, 

but the cracks shone through.

Nothing breaks like your smile,

nothing tears like your eyes.

Feel myself   s   e  p a r a t e 

limb from limb, try to slow it down.

Feel myself e

r

a

s

e

Stop.

Fake a grin, pretend

it's just a colour, 

just a lighter shade of another

and doesn't bother you

like it should.

Reviews

[No name]

This was awesome. I really enjoyed reading.

[Adalia]

stunning. this left me speechless; so. damn good. really.