Broken Glass

Touch the glass and
leave fingerprints
that will never
feelings that will never
under your soft and silent touch.
Then the glass
shatters, unpredictably
into a million pieces
and they
fall down
cutting into my skin,
tears stinging my eyes
as i try to shove them back
together again.
Whats left now?
A million broken pieces
shoved together in
all the wrong ways
patched up broken glass
and scars that will
never heal.

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