He [owned] me.
SmAsHeD my vase full of wilted flowers
(Which shrieked and crumbled to the ground)
Against an angry wall
Which silently scolded me by not coming to my defense
When I was smashed into it.
Following the vase.
Shards of glass sliced slits into my soul
And into my body bleeding red rose.
He [broke] my soul.
Wounded bird trying to fly
Fragile flaps of shattered wings
Going nowhere fast.
Spit on my face and walk away.
Nothing was ever the same after that.
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Written May 19th, 2005
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Thank you for commenting on "Perfection" I really appreciated it. Feel free to check out my other poems.
This is full of so much emotion in how much you were hurt by someone you really cared about. I like how you have about how is anger broke material items but most importantly what he broke was your soul.
Great write.
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