Broken like bottles on a friday night

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Just broken

I'm broken Like bottles thrown across the floor, on a Friday night. Shattered and shining. Lining the base like a carpet of gems, Waiting to sink into your skin. Break the surface of your skin Like promises that couldn't be kept because holding them in burned too much. Hurt to much. They worked their way through pursed lips like you did through my ribs. Aching and breaking me. Oh, but I loved that pain more than anything. I lived to feel your tongue against my neck and your hands pulling me in. I am broken, but now the pieces are healing into something new. Like an old bone being reset in its place. A new star so far away in space that we can't see it.


Submitted: November 17, 2014

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