i was saving you and you were killing me

i hurt myself when i stumbled across him

he was like broken glass on a playground

impaling my innocence 

 

when his eyes met mine

i saw into his soul

filled with pain

i knew how he was feeling

because i had felt the same

 

i wanted to fix him

i wanted to pick up the pieces and put him back together

i got cut along the way

 

 

eventually he got better

and then he was put together enough to get up and leave

but he didnt take me with him

now im sitting where i first found him

wondering if the pieces left on the floor are his

or mine

-Lydia Joy

 

 

Our future was set out perfectly like a dining table

with all the different sized cutlery

a water glass next to every wine glass

napkins and centre pieces

candle sticks and beautiful food

but all of a sudden somebody has ripped the table cloth from under us and everything has come crashing down onto the floor

-Lydia Joy