Shattered Glass

by Amanda Doyle 2 years ago in sad poetry

Broken in more ways than one.

Shattered Glass

It may come as a surprise to you

that I am nothing more than

a body made of shattered glass.

I feel like I've never had a home.

I've had many places to live,

but a roof over my head never made me whole,

and an apology could never fix my sorry heart.

I do feel melodramatic

for letting the idea of reckless abandon

intoxicate me so fiercely.

But I've always been drawn to

bright lights and dark corners,

and if I make my own world into hell,

it won't be so bad when I arrive at my destination.

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Amanda Doyle

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