The Broken Glass

You should have killed me, it would have been easier

By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk Published about a year ago • 1 min read

By George’s Girl 2025

The Broken Glass

In every piece of broken glass I saw your eyes

Frightening me deep wicked cold

I also felt the ice

the coldness of your frozen heart

I could smell the bad apple,

the stench of lies and deception

I heard the alarms of warnings not to look

Yet I was on your hook it was too late

You killed every part of me that was alive

You let me drown in my own tears

In the broken glass I read the words A Wicked Man.

Then I closed my eyes and died

No, not physically.

I died from being that over trusting kind woman

And turned into a twisted human being

at that you walked away,

and moved on to another victim

Poetry has lived in me since childhood.

Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.

My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.

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