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Shattered Glass

i used to be so dramatic

By Kylie MartinPublished about 10 hours ago 2 min read

10.27.25

The last centerpiece, shattered

Shells and sand scattered

Little weapons

Slivers you cannot see

Expected, yet a cut sends a shock through the heel

The last pieces of the past flee

Time presses for alignment

Causing rifts until you see

The bliss you've been hiding in is temporary

As you warned yourself

He causes you to be guilty as sin

A magnetic force pulling your attention

You're drawn to the magic

The escape you fold into, easily torn

I hate when someone holds to the morals I don't

The fire beside me lingers

Warmth I want to bask in until I can't feel you anymore

I teetered next to the edge until I got burned

Two different souls dancing in the dark

Surely they'll clash and fall off their stage

Which feels impossible

A reign to explore deeper

You say you have to go

Desire drawing us on the same page while separated from you

Goodbye kisses and hustling days

I lost the game

Ration pounding on my head until my window realigns

Now I must unwrap you from my mind

I can scream how unfair it is until dusk

Dawn will still arrive

Gashing holes so big no rock thrown can be heard again

Except the ones I throw to draw you in

They bounce off your calloused heart and slam into mine

Knocking my unsteady self back to the ground

If I stay in place

I can recover

I'll still relish

How could I not?

A seamless connection to rest in

Energy radiating between

The path I'm supposed to travel is stronger than myself

Gravitating towards me, even when I stray

I would trade lots for the days with you

Kisses on your shoulder

Bliss one could dream about

Impossible to recreate

An ending I won't be able to reconcile

Twirling around until it’s final

Zipping through my nerves

Deep in my skin as you once used to be

Now instead of relief,

I am shattered underneath

Glass shards everywhere

Microscopic cuts with the slightest bleed

Accumulating until an overflow drenches my feet

I'll shuffle heavy shoes until I can scrape off the dried pieces

If the pool we swam in was empty, it'd be easy

Concrete without offerings to return to

As I will have to become

So the sharp edges only dissolve when they come across me

So I can no longer melt

So I can't absorb the pleasantries of you

It happened so fast

I better call someone to come sweep up this glass

love poems

About the Creator

Kylie Martin

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