It was the broken pieces that shook her up. The scattered reflection tore her apart. The shards are scattered- impaling her past, reflecting her future that's bound to break. It was a mess from the start. Yet you insist on thinking of it otherwise. There was never a light in your presence, only the darkness that reflected her soul. You were the mirror that reflected everything but her good side. She was a wreck, and so were you. You share the same trembling hands. Her decisions were flawed, and yours couldn't be any better. There was a crack in everything, including your perspective. You're the reflection that chose to lie. Her good side was ignored. You were the shattered glass that cut her flesh in contact with your perimeters. You could never be fixed. And she wouldn't dare try. She was wrong to even think you could be better.
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
