broken or shattered,they don’t care.they see a glamour,their eyes shut,they don’t look for anything else. broken or shattered,the mirror on the ground.she can’t look at herself,not anymore.not at her skin, her face.she’s tired of trying. broken or shattered,weights scatted on the ground,callouses on his hand, muscles that won’t grow,scrawny and weak, they pick on him,hisContinue reading “broken”

the broken

her hair hangs in jagged edgesits teeth caressing her pale neck.her eyes surrounded with dark ringsher thin pink lips chapped. she flinches away from your touch,not from hate but from fearthe last time someone touched her thereshe woke up with butterfly bruises. she’s skeptical about everything you sayeven when you claim they are truthsbecause theContinue reading “the broken”

My Lovely Broken Butterfly

Alone we face our fears,Shrunken heart breaking down in tears.Hush, they tell us not to cry,My lovely broken butterfly. Red lipstick, cracked smile,Sharp mascara hiding pain exiled.Broken glass within soft curls,Scarred neck adorned with pure pearls. Weary through hundred difficult trials,Heartbeat hollow, one for each mile.Seams slowly picked apart,Shattered wings, broken heart. Soldier, pick upContinue reading “My Lovely Broken Butterfly”

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