Sounds Of My Silent Cries

You Shattered Me

I found myself writing poetry again.
For a year, the reason for all this ink
and wasted paper
is none other than
y o u.

I found myself writing poetry again.
Maybe because I can't contain
the pain anymore,
the ache you gave that got me
s h a t t e r e d.

I found myself writing poetry again.
But this time,
instead of writing about how you
make the butterflies in my stomach
turn into a zoo,
I write the same hurtful things,
same heartaches,
same ugly feelings,
coz the truth lies;
you left
m e.