I believe that we are all as fragile as glass some are harder to break than others every time we struggle with our emotions and go through something painful a piece of us breaks sometimes people help us put our pieces back together sometimes we have to pick the pieces ourselves sometimes we cut people with our pieces even when we didn't mean to and we break and put our pieces back together and we're left with the cracks with every break we become more fragile but it matters how you put the pieces back together if you're stronger or not I believe this is how everyone lives life
(as fragile as glass) this is a novel were I turn my emotions and thoughts into poetry I find beauty in my tragedy

As Fragile As Glass

I don't miss you I miss the way it felt I miss the late night video calls and the good nights and good mornings I miss the way we just talked about life and how you made me laugh at every stupid joke and how you made me blush how you made me feel hot and tingly and my heartbeat I miss the high I miss the rush the way it felt to drowns in all my feelings and love I felt for you but you were misleading me promising me a paradise with no happy ending but one day I will find someone who feels the same way without pretending I just miss the way it felt but I don't miss you


I Don't Miss You