the first step i took, away
from you, felt like i was standing
on the finest shards of glass,
each of it piercing through
the delicate soles of my feet,
sending excruciating pain
throughout my whole body.
but when it got to my heart,
i felt cold and numb, and
all the hurting stopped.
that was when i realized,
i was standing on the
shattered fragments left
from my broken heart
and i felt betrayed knowing
that it's last wish was
to hurt me.
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