Breaking. All around me.
A shard there. A shiny piece here.
It looks. Like glass.
Spread over the entirety of me.
Makes my feet. Bleed.
I kneel. A bottle of glue. In my hand. Trying to put back together. The pieces.
The jagged pieces. Cuts my fingers. Blood running. Through my hands. Sticky glue. Pieces stick. To me.
Glass. Scraping at my knees. Grinding deep. Stuck. In my skin.
A neverending process. More blood. I start. To cry.
Fixing what cannot. Be fixed. A heart.
Mending the shattered. The heartbroken.
When all you have. Is a bottle. Of glue.