Broken Glass

The glass slowly drops out of my pale hands. When I watch it fall, its like slow motion.. slipping to the ground a waiting it's crash.
I look at the glass, and think of its memories with me.
It filled my thirst. Carried things I couldn't. Traveled with me around my house, also my yard.
Broken Glass

But the end came because.. I was shocked, all a mistake. Sadly dropping it.
I trusted this glass to keep my drinks in it. To bring around liquids when I needed, or wanted. Not only to help, but look good too. I wanted it to be with me forever, to be there with me. Wanting to create memories with this glass, wanting to drink from it when I was old and fragile.
I couldn't just leave it. I had to try. It was worth so much to me!
So, I bend down. Trying to pick up all the pieces, but when one slipped out of my hand it sliced me. Red blood gushed out of the large cut, but I didnt move. I only looked at this cut.
The glass didnt care about hurting me, it just left. Crashes, fell, abandoned me. Now it hurts me, makes me bleed !
Risking cuts for this glass, but its not even fighting for me.


Broken Heart.

He breaks up with me. Slowly, trying to make it nicer. Giving him my heart after three years, then he just throws it back. Without a thank-you.
All, I can do is look at this beautiful man..thinking of all our lovely memories.
He filled my heart. Carried me, when I couldn't. Traveled at my side through out years.
But the end came fast because he soon found other love. I didn't know there was other love..
I trusted him in loving me, being at my side, helping me to be happy! Bringing joy when I needed, or fun when I wanted. Not only to help me through times, but to look good too. I wanted to love and live with him forever ! Creating memories, loving him.
I cant just let him go, I have to try.. Hes worth so much !
Crying, pleading, screaming, asking, for him to just try !  To fight for our love, and not to leave me! Building myself up for hope. But all he did was deny. Abandoning me, leaving.  He threw me my heart back, not even caring if I caught it. I barly did, but now I just let the blood slip through my pale hands..
Risking everything for him, but he didn't even fight.