there is a you-spaced hole in my heart,
where you used to fit.
like a piece of glass in my hand,
you were cutting me
so i dropped you to the ground.
with a clink you were no longer my problem
i was worried someone would step on you,
but would find you beautiful in a strange way
pick you up and clean you off
and be stuck holding you like i was
yet i still miss you
and resent that i have a hole in my heart
from where your glass shard stabbed me.
where you used to fit.
like a piece of glass in my hand,
you were cutting me
so i dropped you to the ground.
with a clink you were no longer my problem
i was worried someone would step on you,
but would find you beautiful in a strange way
pick you up and clean you off
and be stuck holding you like i was
yet i still miss you
and resent that i have a hole in my heart
from where your glass shard stabbed me.
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