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as i broke it off
i felt relief and
in months to come when
loneliness came knocking on my door
toxic relations **** out everything you have to offer,
at one point you need to break it off or become dry of emotions
I got so used to hiding who I was
to others

I still hide from myself now
It seems that
there are some lessons
that can only be learned
the hard way.
I can hear
Them playing,
The devil inside
from the carnival
down the street.
All the bleak
eyes wandering
through the
empty crowd,
looking for
love or dope;
something to change
their perception.
I broke too much
of myself
thinking someone
could fix me.

I should have not
turned myself
to pieces
in the first place.

Because no one
would ever keep
a broken mirror
in their pockets.
Tragedy isn't even very tragic anymore
another 6 word poem
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