The Broken Glass
You should have killed me, it would have been easier
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
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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You have written an exceptionally this poem, and fascinating.
narcissist betrayal