Poetry

Break me
You lost me
Oopsy
Daisy

Try to get me back now
But I won't turn my back now
Too many stabs
And wounds were made

Off guard
Off guard
I fell hard
Onto the shard

That had shattered
From your heart
Compulsively beating too hard

For something that promised you nothing
You fell for you thought it was something
But now you came back... without the dumb ring

So glad you chose to rise up
Take back your glasses
Your voice,
And stand up

Not blinded
Not blinded
Anymore.