I watch as the blood drips slowly From the palms of my hands I look at the deep slices and scars That cover my arms All because she is like⦠Broken Glass Beautiful to the eye Shiny and shimmering in the light But also sharp to the touch Hidden edges like razors No matter how hard I try to put her back together She cuts me and falls apart again
I wish I could have her but she always hurts me in the end