broken glass
picking up pieces of him believing I would be the one to fix this broken glass but it kept cutting my fingers and all I did was bleed, after some time I gave up trying to put together the pieces of broken glass cause the cuts left behind never seemed to go away and the pain they left didn't sit well with me I hoped that one day the wounds of those cuts from your broken glass would heal and disappear but instead they stayed with a slow and steady pain that comes and goes as it will, I wish I would've never tried to put together the broken glass just for you I tried and tried and tried yet always got cut, I put bandaids on your wounds but I'm still bleeding.
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