sunsets after dark. | poetry collection

311.

311.
"you and I were made of glass we'd never last."
I was shattered and broken.
Forced to pick up my own pieces and start anew.
Scraping my fingers with the rough edges.
Bleeding continuously until I get dizzy.
The pieces of glass being imbedded into my finger tips.
Being stained with your presence for as long as I live.
I wondered if you were shattered and broken when I left.
After you let me go as easily as you let go of a balloon.
Did you love me as nearly enough as I loved you?
Why didn't you fight for me?
Why didn't you take my hand and beg me to stay?
Why couldn't you?
Why didn't I matter to you?
Why was letting me go so easily for you?
Did you ever feel anything when I left?
Walking away for my own mental health.
Did you hide your true intentions behind a wall when I wanted them to be seen?
Why did you cut my hands with the glass to bleed me out.
Leaving me out to dry.
Why didn't you take care of me?
Treating my heart like a delicacy when there's no one with a heart like mine.
Who gives and gives until I am rung dry.
Being the healer for those who needed me.
You needed me.
More than you'll ever realize.
For years to come you'll try to find my heart in other people.
But will always come up empty handed.
But who heals the healer when the healer is the ones that needs to be healed?
The healer heals themselves.
So maybe then they can be the healed instead of the healer.
~E, healer for those who don't deserve it.