Was I the one to give things a bitter taste first?
Or did I notice your tart behavior,
and begin to be a lemon myself?
Although it was almost 3 years of my life,
it seemed to happen so fast.
I think of you a lot these days..
How do I know what to do next?
My heart is cracked, and seemingly
bits of me have chipped.
Porcelain and dust,
blowing wherever the wind may take me.
Pieces of me stay wedged inside cracks of you,
while other shards lay on the open ground.
Like a spent bomb after colliding with a figurine,
a hazard to those who walk on bare feet.
Are you the same?
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