Broken Glass

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heartbreak

Watch the glass on the edge of the table

Full of simple nothings just like me.

It's already empty

Don't let it fall.

Nobody wants a broken glass mess.



Now I told you to watch the glass on the table

I guess you didn't

Because there it falls.

And I can count the 1, 879 pieces of me scattered amongst your feet.

It's bad enough I'm pissed off at the world

But I've never liked being pissed off at you.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is just weird. :S

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