Monday, 24 February 2014

Fragile Promises

He came to me
with words made of glass
full of unfulfillable promises
They shone brightly in his light
blinding me with their beauty
He placed them in my hands
with a kiss and a gentle caress –
I believed.

But then he turned away
and once the light was gone
they shattered
Hundreds of tiny shards
cut into my flesh
leaving raw and bloody wounds.

If only I'd believed harder
treated them with more care
but none of it was enough
fragile as they were.

He never returned
but the scars remain
reminders of my broken dreams.

© 08/01/2014.

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