I picked up a jar,
turning it over in my hands.
The pebbles remind me of him.
And my heart breaks again.
I keep remembering those things
and they're too painful
to keep in my heart.
The tears start to fall down my face.
I pick up the book,
with it's pages full of those days.
I don't want to remember anymore.
He broke my heart twice already.
I run outside
and throw the jar down,
watching each pebble bounce in slow motion,
like each memory was a tear on my cheek.
The book fell beside the glass,
and I walk away.
I feel too much pain.
I just want it all to break like the glass.
Author notes
http://lestrovoy.deviantart.com/art/Memory-31332044 - this is the pic I used for the prompt - it's #15 for the contest.
Well, the poem says most of it. I hope you like it and I hope there aren't too many words. 
Thanks for the prompt!
~Koko~
A contest entry
- 100 Words or less by amaranthine lover.
530 points, ended January 9, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
How do you like it? Let me know if there's anything to fix!
Comments
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I picked up a jar,
turning it over in my hands.
The pebbles remind me of him.
And my heart breaks again.
fantastic work the first line just right away hits you with power and emotion
great work and good luck -
a really sad piece, thanks for the entry!
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