Reconstructed Shattered Glass

Wed, 07/15/2015 - 09:53 -- condi82

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

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