Last night, a lot of things were revealed to me, and I wanted to tell him to f**k off, but I couldn't
I’m watching you with very tired and sad eyes as you sweep up what we broke between us. The pieces of anger, sadness realizations reflect in mirror shards, staring at us in an almost accusatory tone.
I didn’t ask for you to clean me up. I don’t need you to pick up my broken shards that will cut your feet… But there you are, sweeping and I can’t be okay with this. This is a ride I’m quite familiar with, and you say you know…
But I don’t know if you know where my heart lives. I tell you, I give you bread crumbs to guide you to the locked door and yes, look under the mat, you’ll find what you’re looking for
If you’re still looking through the shards of hurt and tears it’s only going to hurt all over again, and I wouldn’t recommend such a thing to do.
I want to be worth it You are to me, and that’s quite a feat, cause here lately I don’t really feel like giving anything. With your freckled smiles and words that dot along my lips, you pull me back in, with a flick of a finger I’m there.
That was awesome. The visualization in the way you described the scene was great. And I can completely relate to the bottom line of the poem. It hurts when you argue and it seems like the end, but.. Somehow that slight feeling of hope causes you to try again.
It's beautiful in its pain and sorrow and though you want to turn your back you can't, there is a fiery passion that you give to your words allowing a flow to capture the reader, emotions tangle within one another and you portray wonderfully the story in your images.
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