The Beauty in the Beast

Broken Glass

Every time I think

            'I'm over you'

and the thought of you is barely there

you find a way back in

and make me question everything

                     because you're my version of perfection

of everything I wanted

until you broke it

like it meant nothing

my heart is still in pieces at your feet

and sometimes you find it entertaining

to pick it up

glue it back together

and drop it again

eventually,

             you will run out of pieces to find.