I once had a small purple vase.
It was almost a year old.
But I remembered how my ex and I blundered
And all of his things had to go.

I gave away his sweatshirt
His shorts and shirts got burned
And the teddy bear he gave me
Was torn apart by the people who mean most to me.

He gave me a purple vase.
It was wrapped pretty in a bow
Once it had living flowers
But now I had to let it go

I went outside with my true family
And recorded my final blow
Of shattering the vase
On the ground below

I felt the ricochet
Of a piece run astray
And my baby exclamed to me
That I cut myself indeed

And thats when I realized
How my last relationship was really through
Because if I cut my head with the other one
He wouldn't have held my hand to help me
He would have let me do it on my own
And not even checked on me
I know this for sure
Because it happened once before

I feel free now for sure
That all his things are out my home
And once I see my baby's things replace them
It becomes the final bow

For once I see no remnance of him
I think I'll truely feel clean
Once my forehead heals
And memories repress
I'll finally be able
To fully put him to rest

Shes married to a man,
Yet the only one who can
Is the man inside the mirror

He's all alone once more
As his lover is dead on the floor.
He picks her up
And takes a sip from his cup,
Waiting for his lover at the door.

She picks up the vase
And hands it to the child in the case.
The child is sad,
Since he is the only one to add.

No more to give,
No more to live.
The lady in black,
Is for the only one in the stack,
She's all alone again,
Waiting for the end

I've spent so much time
thinking,
wondering what I'm doing here.

The flowers are blooming in the vase
petals,
so much beauty out of death.

My life is spent in many
colors,
if you ask my favorite color,
I'll always say it is rainbow.

I don't know how long I'll be
here,
I'm sure I'll let a coin toss decide.

I tie dyed these sheets myself
with help,
I'm scared the color will wash out.

I'm scared my color will wash out
dead,
with nothing but a colorful room
with shriveled petals lying around a vase.

A broken vase, angles jagged
With sharp protrusions, fingers
Barely holding, splinters
Unglued, finely balanced

Pieces lying one on another
Holds shape together, barely
Slightest tremor, injury
It all threatens to shatter

Vessel has its supports gone
The structure has no resilience
Absent lustre or brilliance
Shards in spotlight glisten

Why not glue the vase back?
Why leave dangerous pieces?
Painful protruding edges
Waiting to shatter or crack?

Fixing glass means danger
Can create injuries and worse
Injure self, injure others
And vase can break further

So, hold collective breath
And leave the shards askew
Meanwhile, dangers rue
Resolved only upon death

I miss getting way too ******
in chefs corner
and i miss giving way too many ***** about school spirit

Shards of broken glasses
Strewn all over the floor
Shattered dreams all over
Jagged edges of regret
Once held with affection
Held the fragrant flowers
Special Cymbidium Orchids
It’s pristine presence felt
Adorned the corsage
Now, lay shattered
No place for the Orchids
Wailing of broken dreams
Now, memories linger

I smile when the wind blows upon your face
And how you slightly laugh as it does.
I care for you as a rose within a pastel vase
And run with you from the bee's buzz.

We live free of burdens until the day that we marry
And then, will we test our love.
It will last; for you I will forever carry
Past the line where we've both had enough.

Nothing will break my eternal love for you.
The vase which holds you is my heart.
I'll be here; waiting for the only one who
Captures my being. Let us never part.