Shimmering eyes on me,

       cheeks weren’t flushed,

       but wet and shining

       awfully.

You spit daggers and 

       it went through me.

       Broken glasses are a 

       part of body. 

A pain from deep within,

      like a menacing storm,

      couldn’t be calmed. 

      Thoughts are scary. 

Tired of solving puzzles 

       that only find a way

       way to be cut into pieces 

       again, life gets blurry. ©

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