GLASS
i sit inside the restaurant
staring at the other customers
bleeding on the inside to bleed on the out
the blood alone can quench my thirst
and drown my pain forever more
i am not the only one who craves this
my problems shove my through this hole
the floor of that hole breaks
producing a new hole
a room full of glass is present now
shattered glass
broken glass
sharp glass
i land on it
it cuts me
i have forgotten all my problems
now in the restaurant i order my food
as the waitress leaves the news comes on
no one else has the same problems
all i think about is the glass
uh oh they noticed
i convince them it is scratches
they are ignorant
they go on with life
i ask for ice in my drink for it is as the same
i sit inside the restaurant
staring at the other customers
bleeding on the inside to bleed on the out
the blood alone can quench my thirst
and drown my pain forever more
i am not the only one who craves this
my problems shove my through this hole
the floor of that hole breaks
producing a new hole
a room full of glass is present now
shattered glass
broken glass
sharp glass
i land on it
it cuts me
i have forgotten all my problems
now in the restaurant i order my food
as the waitress leaves the news comes on
no one else has the same problems
all i think about is the glass
uh oh they noticed
i convince them it is scratches
they are ignorant
they go on with life
i ask for ice in my drink for it is as the same
A DRUG CALLED LOVE
Love can be so blinding,
steering you into uncharted territory.
You step cautiously to avoid being hurt,
but neglect the obvious dangers.
It can be the most addictive drug.
You shoot up every time you get the chance,
and nourish the sickness with
naive words claiming “love.”
The words you say become your demise,
causing you pain and heartache.
But not before you hand over your heart,
soft, whole, and easily breakable.
You hand it over ever so softly,
while your silent enemy takes it.
They promise you they’ll care for it,
to always cherish it.
Well, like any good high,
you eventually fall.
But sometimes falling can
feel like crashing.
Hard.
Unstoppable.
Crashing.
And when you land,
your all alone.
Left in pieces, broken.
With your shattered heart,
beating lifelessly at your feet.
Love can be so blinding,
steering you into uncharted territory.
You step cautiously to avoid being hurt,
but neglect the obvious dangers.
It can be the most addictive drug.
You shoot up every time you get the chance,
and nourish the sickness with
naive words claiming “love.”
The words you say become your demise,
causing you pain and heartache.
But not before you hand over your heart,
soft, whole, and easily breakable.
You hand it over ever so softly,
while your silent enemy takes it.
They promise you they’ll care for it,
to always cherish it.
Well, like any good high,
you eventually fall.
But sometimes falling can
feel like crashing.
Hard.
Unstoppable.
Crashing.
And when you land,
your all alone.
Left in pieces, broken.
With your shattered heart,
beating lifelessly at your feet.
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Trust me...I know from
exerience.