Forgetting

Forgetting

isn't always bad,

But more like

escaping

the desperation

of a broken

ego. 

Broken Glass

I wonder what you see

when all I see is glass.

My skin prickles with tiny cracks.

I wonder what you are

when all I am is nothingness.

My heart shatters with revolutionary speed.

I wonder what you feel

when all I feel is void.

Like bare branches of a frost bitten tree.

Sometimes I wonder if you see me at all.

Maybe I’ve just become the shadow of a mirror,

like reflections of your past.

I’m reminded of words you used to say,

Or smiles you cast my way.

Instead I feel nothing but a knot.

The curling pain in my throat,

a physical presentation of a broken heart.