My heart began to shatter
the day he let my hand
slip away from his grasp
and he laughed as I fell.
I was falling for forever,
and as I fell,
the cracks in my heart
started to explore more.
They spread to the outside
making me look like
a broken porcelain doll
missing random pieces of her skin.
Uneven pieces began to fall,
one by one.
Until finally the day came,
in which there was nothing left
except a pile of
a billion uneven pieces.
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Havoc
PoetryEvery story deserves to be told just as everyone has the right to live. This just happens to be my story. *A collection of 50 poems*
