you have gone so far
to tend your wounds,
heal your scars,
and bring yourself up
and I am a broken glass
capable of scratching you
or stabbing you
with all of my broken pieces
now I run, farther away
than the distance I have kept
between us, I fear
to break you as I heal
for if you break,
I will break twice
and if because of me, you cry,
that's when I die
YOU ARE READING
Dearest Sunshine
PoetryDearest Sunshine, Thought you'd fit in the verses of poetry Yet watch me as I keep you in a memory Underneath every stanza, I fail to convey And the words I cannot afford to say If, by chance, you come across All the words I toss In every chapter o...
