you're just a little girl,
lost among broken glass and
porcelain tears.
and today i found you
lying in broken glass.
your skin shone red
and you started to cry
when i picked you up.
you were only a little girl,
how did it get to this?
i don't understand how they
can beat you and bruise you
and leave you there to
hurt.
you're just a sweet little girl,
who loves folk music and
who used to smile every time
she talked to people.

you used to love glass.
the way it shined and the
way it reflected the real you.
but now the glass lies broken
at your feet and

you are the one that
broke it.
or are you the one
that's broken?

I FEEL SO EMPTY.
i'm just sitting here trying
to bring the feeling back to my
limbs and i don't understand what's happening
why did the lights just turn off.
i don't understand why is it
hard for me to draw breath.
and where did the stars go?
they might've exploded into
millions of pieces of color and light
but i'm still sitting here, empty
and alone in the dark wishing
i could find a way out and
i still don't understand
what's going on.

i can't stop writing poetry about you.
it's all about you and the way
you make me happy or the way
it makes me sad that you're not mine.
I CAN'T STOP WRITING *******
POETRY ABOUT YOU SO STOP
BEING SO EASY TO WRITE ABOUT.

it's the middle of the night,
and i feel so empty that
not even the thought of you
will make me feel better.
not even the thought of you
will put my burned bones
together and reattach them
with elmer's glue.
because that's what always
happened in the past,
but you're not here next
to me, and i've forgotten
what it felt like when
you hugged me the
first time.
i'm sitting here in
the same spot on the couch
feeling empty
and thinking about you.
i wish you would come
here because i don't like
having broken bones and
tears that don't go anywhere.

you told me you were dead inside,
but when i lie next to you i can
still feel your pulse beating.

WOAH.
the thought of you overwhelms
me and sometimes it's hard to
breathe.
i like the way your muscles
move when you sing
(because by the way
you stand i can tell you
care so much about
what you're doing).
and sometimes i can't
sleep at night because i
remember how you smiled at
me
like i was the most important person
in the world
(even though i'm not anything,
it's nice to pretend when i'm with
you.)

and whenever you talk to me-
even when it's just to send me a silly face,
i get so happy that it's hard to move.

HOW CAN YOU HONESTLY BE
SO PERFECT AND MAKE ME SO HAPPY
EVERY SINGLE DAY WITHOUT
REALIZING THAT YOU ARE
EVERYTHING TO ME.

i remember the first time i laid eyes
on you. i never thought you'd
mean this much to me, but
here i am five months later,
so deeply in love with you
that it hurts to remember a
time before i knew you.

i doubt i'll ever be able to
talk about how much you mean to
me (about how you make
me cry because i love you so much)
BUT I GUESS EVERY TIME I TALK
TO YOU I TRY TO SAY SOMETHING
MORE
like 'i love you so much' or
'thank you so much'

because honestly 'so much'
describes how i feel about you,
whether it's how thankful i am,
how proud i am,
how much i love you,
how much you make me happy,
how much i think about you
or how much i talk about you
because honestly you are
so much to me.

in five years i'll still feel the same way
as i did after five months,
and when i'm old i'll always remember you.
BECAUSE THE THOUGHT OF YOU
OVERWHELMS ME AND I CAN NEVER
THANK YOU ENOUGH FOR
EXISTING.

YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU
******* HATED ME
BUT REMEMBER THAT I
STAYED UP UNTIL
3AM TALKING TO YOU
ABOUT HOW MUCH I *******
LOVED YOU?
I ****** LOVED YOU,
AND I STILL ******* LOVE
YOU. MY HEART
IS BROKEN JUST LIKE
THE MIRROR I LIKE
TO BREAK WHEN I SEE
MYSELF AND I SHOULD'VE
******* KNOW THAT
YOU DIDN'T LOVE ME LIKE
I LOVED YOU AND I SHOULD'VE
LEARNED TO LOVE MYSELF
BEFORE I PUT ALL OF MY
HOPES AND DREAMS INTO YOU.
NOW I'M STAYING UP UNTIL
3AM AGAIN, BUT THIS TIME
I'M TRYING TO FIGURE OUT
HOW TO LOVE MYSELF,
INSTEAD OF LOVE YOU
MORE THAN ANYTHING
BECAUSE I CAN'T *******
DO THAT ANYMORE.