She was made up of glass.
Thousands of wonderful types of silica,
Melted together,
Joined together,
Bind together.
She tried loving,
Some time ago.
But all it gave her in turn is disappointment.
All it gave her in return is heartbreak.
And all it did to her is to break her.
She was broken,
Into millions pieces of colorful tears.
Into shards of crystalline misery,
Into shapes of agonising diamonds.
She was broken,
But with that pieces,
She tried loving again.
And oh,
How wrong was that.
For that action only,
It only hurt those around her.
She wasn't ready to love.
Pieces of hers keep hurting ones around her.
With her shattered glass,
She hurt ones around her,
She tried loving others,
When she clearly isn't supposed to.
She's supposed to love herself, first.
She's trying to pick up herself,
One broken pieces at a time.
She's building herself back up.
Into the masterpiece that she is.
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