May 2013
She is the serrated edge
of the broken
wine glass
carving up my face
leaving open wounds
where she touched
me
all that remains of us
is
deeply
painful memories
and the scars
of moments past.
of the broken
wine glass
carving up my face
leaving open wounds
where she touched
me
all that remains of us
is
deeply
painful memories
and the scars
of moments past.
Don't ask
Written by
DieingEmbers
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