I hope that when you think of me It's a deep ache. A gut wrenching sickness that ***** up in your throat. An anxiousness that will never leave. I can still smell the beer on your breath and I can still feel the dirt under your fingernails. I hope you rot.
I am glass my heart is a chandelier beautiful but if shattered it may become deadly it'll hurt all that come across its path until all my remains are on the floor begging to be reconstructed. I'm full of broken promises and painful memories that I wished would be erased and completely deleted my prayers would fill bottles of wine and I could drink those spirits instead..........I am a piece of shattered glass