Category : Poems

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I don't want your love, if love's not in your soul. I don't need you to complete me,I'm too broken to be whole. my pieces are what make me. they tell the story of my sordid past. so, if you're going to love me, love all my broken glass.sometimes I might cut you, but most times it's just my heart, it bleeds and it'll probably bleed all over you.. I'm not a fragile butterfly, dear. I'm the growing weeds.so many has tried to kill me and all that I am inside. they just scattered glass upon the wind and now they're the ones thatll die.