Reconstructed Shattered Glass
I’m still here.
You’ve left me in the aftermath;
Alone and cold.
Normalcy is a myth;
The lies prompt me to question
The legitimacy of your love.
Blind to love, deaf to truth.
You never looked back after you struck;
I’m to blame.
Or am I?
I’m stuck in my own cycle;
Like Reconstructed Shattered Glass.
You can still see the cracks.
This poem is about:
Me