Broken Bottles
It shattered across the floor
I knew this was coming, it was no surprise
I couldn’t take it anymore
Oh, the fire in his eyes
His hand against my neck
His breath against my cheek
I pulled away hoping not to wreck
Yet his presence felt so meek
The way he talked to me
The way he spat on the ground
The way he grabbed my knee;
It had me all turned around
We danced till dawn
Left foot, Right foot, he always led the way
He looked me in the eyes, I felt so drawn
I couldn’t look away
The dance was speeding up
I was falling behind
I couldn’t keep up
My feet were unaligned
No, no more I said;
I felt so weak
He pulled me into him instead
All I wanted to do was shriek
I picked up the pieces;
Shattered everywhere
The glass left creases
My hands felt so bare
<Deleted User> (18980)
Tue 20th Mar 2018 08:01
Mmmm...