SHATTERED
The image I have tried to create lies shattered on the floor
Broken images staring back and taunting me
The me I aimed to be laughing at my failure
Exposing the self that hid behind the mirror
Throwing the broken pieces out the door
Recreating the person I think I should be
Realizing I haven’t got a prayer
Because you have seen me far too clear
I turn to you exposed and naked
Looking for a reason I should start again
Barely holding on, trying to repair the despair that has started creeping in
As I watch your face and then your heart comprehend the view
You were duped into believing I offered up reality
And even though you had every reason to turn and walk away
You walked over all the broken pieces
Joyful in the reality of the true me
HASTYWORDS 
This is so sexy.
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Yeah, the whole true self being revealed and a lover walking over the shattered image. Very sexy.
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Wow. This is beautiful.
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Love this!! Gorgeous 🙂
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Amazing write! Beautiful eyes!
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Beautiful image and truly loving the broken pieces is the most important part. The unconditional love. Great blog
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Gives new meaning to mirror mirror on the wall …. who is the fairest of them all?
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i truly have the most boring brown eyes ever. when i see pictures of eyes like those – those blues – i’m sooo fucking jealous!
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i love this!!!!! 🙂 🙂
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I like this. Interesting trying to break it down and come to a place of understanding… Nice!
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Your poetry is inspiring, I hope someday people can take away from my words what take away from yours. You paint a picture so clear but full of meaning… it just works.
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