glass

i broke us

like the glass i dropped
we shattered 
and the pieces were left behind
to scar when i think of you

every time 
the shards pierce my steps
i remember 
how beautiful we were
but we burnt too bright 
then 
we burnt out

maybe
i should clean up the broken glass

This poem is about: 
Me

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