shards of glass inspire
panic
caught between up and down
floating, but wishing for flight
this is how I remember you
petals look like wine
eager to taste
drunk from licked lips
pouring into a fragile glass
needing to be touched gently
this is how I felt you
white dress turned burgundy
like bricks below
cracked, shattered, and spilled
like the dropped wine glass
this is how I found you
all tied up with a pretty red ribbon
a present
with a big bow on top
you were a gift to me
but now you’re just a broken toy
this is how I killed you
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