BROKEN GLASS

By Sheila Mumbo

It doesn’t matter how much it hurts,
But you and I are walking on broken glass,
Broken pieces of our once beautiful love,
And what hurts the most is we don’t care,

We broke our love when we had each other,
Our hands spoke of how we don’t value love,
Our words sliced deeper than a broken glass,
And we blew our love like sandstorm,

We destroyed each other with our lips,
Pouring venom instead of holding and kissing,
We say we have had enough of each other
But willing to dance together on broken glass,

A love like ours, wandering in our lives,
Not knowing what tomorrow leads,
Hearts in our hands ready to slice with every chance,
Is this what we are or are we more?
We could have done this love perfectly,
But together all we did was create a mess,
We destroyed everything we came across,
In the end ruining our love and us,