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I am a fractured soul
A broken man
Fragmented
and destroyed
into tiny pieces

Left with sharp edges,
misshaped parts
and empty spaces

A jigsaw puzzle
I continuously work
A never ending project
attempting to reassemble

But like a shattered vase
glued back together,
it's not quite the same
What was pristine and beautiful
is now just something I resemble




Written: March 18, 2018

All Rights Reserved
Isabella Terry Mar 2018
I am a hero of shattered glass.
The girl in the mirror is my second half.
Her heart is freezing as she meets my eyes.
She isn’t like you; she sees through the lies.

I am a hero of shattered glass.
I try not to cut anyone in my path.
The moonlight casts an eerie glow
On all that I pretend to know.

I am a hero of shattered glass.
Who are you, that you might trespass?
Love me or leave me, whichever you drive.
I may be broken, but I’m still alive.
A line of vases
the wind blows against
knocking them over,
but only a few left broken

Some picked back up,
others left with just a scratch
but i'm part of the batch
that shattered.

Built back up,
glued together,
you can't erase the damage done by this weather,
leaving me unwanted forever

Left there all alone
to be knocked over
or thrown
until i've shattered once more
so you just leave me on the floor

because i'm
too far gone,
yes, you made me
too far gone
and now no one will piece me back together.
Dolly Balou Mar 2018
Betrayal.
That's where it began.

I felt my womb retract deep within my being.
There was a tie between this and my heart, although broken, this I knew.

My heart became overcome with pain, fear, disbelief.
I felt it stop repeatedly.
Beats irregular.
Stunted.
Deafening.

Crumbling into a heap on the grass I cradled my womb as I rocked back and forth, hoping this may stop the pain and retching occurring from within.

Time and space became distorted.
Sound too.

Everything within was shattered.
My spirit was broken.
My skin crawling with terror at the mere fact of my deepest fears now occurring before my eyes.

My physical being attempted to expel the trauma through emesis.
Wailing as an attempt to free the terminal despair.
This was unsuccessful.

I have never felt my eyes flow so extensively in such a small amount of time.
No matter what I done, I was left in a torturous state of hysteria.

How could he rip my heart, womb, soul and trust apart.
Everything I gave.
Everything he said.
Everything we made.

Gone.
m Feb 2018
like the very sound of her voice could save me
like i would give her my soul so she could be happy

like walking to the edge, heart pounding
like the step before the fall



heart hit first,

i shattered.
Elle Feb 2018
Heavy breathing
Chest pain
Eye sting
Head ache
****** wound
Gunshot
None of those can be compared to the pain you caused me.

Everything now seems miserable.
Every dream was shattered.
Everyday was torture.
I was so broken when you left. . . broke me into million pieces.
Broken by the pain you caused me

I died. . . I die everyday.
I die remembering our moments together.
I die with the thought of you leaving.
I die realizing that you're not with me.
I die by the pain you caused me.

How to recover?
How to stand again?
How to live without your presence?
How to remove this pain?
The pain that you caused me.
This is dedicated to the guy I'm trying to get over for three years now.
Vachaspathi Feb 2018
I can't remember the scent of you because the fragrance lies only in the memories and not in the heart.
B N Bradley Feb 2018
he touches my thigh
and i realize
there is so much
more to life
than feeling
shattered
on the bathroom
floor.
Sarah Elizabeth Feb 2018
The edges of my heart
Cut my soft fingertips every time I try to put the shards back together
Shattered, it struggles to not beat itself into pieces once again
Sometimes,
It feels as if my heart isn't the only point of origin for the blood Pumping through my veins
My lungs
Have become nothing but collateral damage from the
Razor sharp "I love you's,"
Their causalness
Serrating my gentle, slowing breaths
Stopping my heart's beating
Every word holding a little less meaning
"I love you?" I say back, confusèdly
Wondering
Exactly what percentage of your heart you think you poured into your words
Because I
Didn't hear any of it.
Cold, Callous
sandpaper tongue
Licking at the firey feelings of Doubt in my mind
Maybe
My quieted voice can quench my questions
Smother the slivers of vowels lodged in my lungs
Trust me when I say you cannot hold in the blood flowing from my wounds
By holding My hand.
Shorter than I yet
Somehow your lies stand taller than my inner knowing truth.
Your heart is flawless and filled with youth
So you
Cannot see the end as being anything other than mutual
Like my heart fingers and lungs
Are mutually bleeding
Sometimes, it is hard to tell which is bleeding more
Sometimes,
It is hard to tell if I am holding myself together or continuously falling further apart
Not like you would know the difference
You only ever held me when I didn't need it
When I smiled
Your mouth was filled with i love yous
But when I cried
It was never filled with questions
Why
Did you never try to see through me
Or even simply into my eyes
I thought you knew I wouldn't let you drown in my tears
But
Your reluctance to talk about my fears
Only shoved my own head under the steadily rising waters of sadness
And despair
My dear, how did you get so distant?
Moons, planets, light years away
Your heart
May as well have been located in the andromeda galaxy
Because i
Could never truly reach it
Did you really want to become so distant?
When I just wanted to reside by your side
I guess I'll dont really want to know the reason why
Or if it would have even been worth it to try
To fix us.
My girlfriend and i broke up. She says it was mutual, but if one person isn't ready for a relationship, and the other is willing to try, is it really mutual?
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