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Hayden Mitchell Poem
You know that hurt when I gave you my glass heart, I gave you the warning but it seems it came out like a silent plate because you tossed me onto the floor, shattering me and watching me with a knife filled smile as my pieces shattered across with a few cuts of trust and dripping blood of tears I picked the glass of my heart up, the glass still chips from time to time, more tears leak from my porcelain eyes, but I pick the pieces up again, my glass heart feels the cuts too, they are deep, betrayal, hurt, overthinking and fear. Fear to give anyone the glass again, fear of being shattered again, even more do the cuts effect, with friends with family and even yourself, so scared to bleed again. I keep your glass heart in the cabinet, the pieces of glass chipping and falling into the bowl of my mind, it feels the cuts to, the bowl and plate start to chip together into the cup that is the mouth, bleeding, the cup not letting anyone into the cabinet, staying dirty so it can't be used, dropped and shattered again.
Copyright © Hayden Mitchell | Year Posted 2023
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Hayden Mitchell Poem
what happiness gets covered by sadness like the sun and hurt feelings, like meteors over thinking, covering like the stars in the sky pain in your heart, like pain in your eyes, anger and darkness, hurt like chills love, blinding like glasses do you want it to last but the darkness isn’t good you need to see for the sun to show from the moon, no matter how rare this may be darkness fades the truth things that aren't there, there, fake love and lies, You love the eclipse, but hate the lies.
Copyright © Hayden Mitchell | Year Posted 2023
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