everything broken

bloody knuckle marks on my bathroom mirror

in the middle of a splash of cracked glass

drying black like a spider in a web

reflection is shattered as my soul once was.

 

i had a soft little weak spot you found somehow

maybe in my heart, maybe a little lower

without concern your dagger stabbed

an un-bloomed bud ripped off the flower

 

now everything is forever broken

from violence of our passions furror

your promise, my heart, my body, my hand

and the shiny glass of my bathroom mirror

 

 

 

 

The End

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