I’m a fallen mirror.
Shattered.
Broken.
Unfixable.
You could glue me back together.
If you wanted to.
But I know that you won’t.
Even if you did, I would still have cracks,
Scars.
Your words were knives, sinking into
My back, my heart, my wrists.
You’re a vulture,
Preying on my soul
Until I’m only a
Scarred reflection
Of who I once was.
Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 12:43 PM UTC
I’m a fallen mirror.
Shattered.
Broken.
Unfixable.
You could glue me back together.
If you wanted to.
But I know that you won’t.
Even if you did, I would still have cracks,
Scars.
Your words were knives, sinking into
My back, my heart, my wrists.
You’re a vulture,
Preying on my soul
Until I’m only a
Scarred reflection
Of who I once was.
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