I tore pages of paper like I was breaking limbs
Writing words that came from the heart
trying to get you to leave me
but it never worked
did it
you're still here, I saw you looking back at me through
the broken glass
a shatter of your memory lives behind these swollen eyes
and shaking hands
YOU ARE READING
p o e t r y
PoetryA collection of poetry found under lovers nails or stained against your pillow case - highest ranking - #3 poems - #9 in poetry - All rights reserved - © Ruby Smith @desp-erate 2014 Cover by @-grxnge
