Damaged


You shattered me
with each piece
of this broken glass
mirror.

Every sharp end
tore on my soft skin
until my glowing innocence
disappeared.

I'm placing pieces back.
I still get sliced on each crack,
dragging my finger
over this sweet reflection

Love is this illusion.
It's never lost or using,
because this mirror
will never show
the full
me
again.

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