poems of heartbreak, BROKENNESS, and freedom
Breathing Crystals
CHAPTER
1
fragile
After he left me,
It seemed,
Nothing was the way it should be.
After he left me,
I felt like a china doll,
Fragile and small.
After he left me,
I felt broken and tired,
Like everything,
Was being burned in a fire.
Everything was singed,
Everything was corrupt,
Everyone was angry,
And it wouldn’t stop.
I felt like I was going to break,
Like I was going to grow cold,
And shatter.
I felt like I was going to die inside,
Forgotten and alone,
Because after he left me,
I was fragile and cold,
Fragile and cold.
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