Shiny bits of glass.

I have forgotten how to write of hope,
drowning in things that darkness brings.
Resigned to ever sink and float,
going up for air, here and there.

Peering out with electric eyes,
on other lives and love I spy.
Scattered bits of intimacy,
that sometimes I wish were me.

Whether loved and left or left behind,
sweet moments turned to sour times.
All that love proved love is blind,
and love cannot exist unkind.

For everything that made me happy,
For all the times I sat and cried,
and for the times I tell myself,
I’ll be the sparkle of someone’s eye.

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