When one has been hurt,
far too many times before.
They shatter.
Shatter like broken glass.
They have to pick up the pieces,
and put them back together.
It’s a long process.
It takes time.
One is like a fragile glass,
easily broken,
vulnerable.
But me,
once I put,
most of the pieces back together,
I wouldn’t let anyone,
get close enough to break me.
But you,
you did.
You got close enough,
I foolishly let you in,
and no matter how many stones,
you threw to try and break me,
it never worked,
But as soon as you threw,
those hurtful words,
I shattered,
shattered like broken glass.
~*~ Jill ~*~