Like glass shards,
pieces of you have stayed within me,
stuck in the crevices of my skin,
stabbing pains all over my body,
a canvas of unknown scars,
you’ve stained me like a ***** sheet,
just a tragedy,
of course you had to leave me,
you got what you wanted,
but now you’ve left me with open wounds,
no thread and needle,
did you ever even want me to heal?