Spring Storm (II)

“Broken Glass”

We sit behind broken glass,

where love once lived,

but didn’t last.

You yell,

I freeze—

our words just echo,

never ease.

“A cracked heart ”

A heart cracked white,

alone up high,

still hanging on,

but asking why.

“A bleeding heart ”

a heart bleeds dark and deep,

full of pain

we couldn’t keep.

We stay in place,

we don’t let go—

just broken pieces

in a quiet show.

I am feeling stuck in a painful relationship!