porcelain easily falls to shards
he gave me a hollow 20 minutes
the other gave her red roses
but, still I wouldn’t return
people turn to stone
when life licks behind the ears
and shard pierced skin
is never fully whole
no tears mark the realization,
that rolling in a pool of red petals
gives me no more happiness
than the icy whispers of your porcelain veins
(I write scribbles when I’m bored in class. Please don’t take my words.)
Thanks for reading 😉
-A