I can’t hold
the glass
any longer.
it has to slip,
slip off
my hands
and break
into a million
splinters.
to scar me
with a million
bruises.
to make me
believe
that
to be broken
can actually
be sweet.
I can’t hold
the glass
any longer.
it has to slip,
slip off
my hands
and break
into a million
splinters.
to scar me
with a million
bruises.
to make me
believe
that
to be broken
can actually
be sweet.
read my broken glass… ^_^