Sunday, November 8, 2015

I came to you as shattered glass
inside a skin too thin
that I thought could still
hold back all the pain
and asked for you
to come to me
so I could hold you
and keep you warm
but the slivers sliced 
through the hide
and then I made you bleed
and still I could not see
the crimson pooling on the ground
because I was so lost in the stars
inside your eyes
I could not find the hurt
but every time you took
the crystal of the shattered blade
the points became more dull
and you were left with wounds
and I a kaleidoscope of light
where once I only hurt myself 

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