Glasses

you can't see

Put on the glasses,

see what you've done,

it isn't the same now,

now that you've won,

I'm picking up my pieces,

the pieces from my shattered heart,

you steal a few,

there's constantly less of me, 

and more of you.

Reviews

[Nicole Laszlo]

I loved the flow of this poem. And, dude, I freaking feel it. I like that it can be about any type of relationship. It's a "flexible" poem in that sense. Good job :)

[Kristin]

very good symbolism with glasses. Love is a tricky thing and you describe that to us perfectly in the last two lines. Very good poem

[Ashley]

Thank you so much, really made my night.

[Kristin]

You made mine as well :)