Spoiler
I do not know if this is exactly a poem, but this is just me spilling out my feelings for everyone to see. I hope you like it.
Today I walk away and leave you with nothing more than a memory of us. Something has gone wrong and no one is at fault. Tomorrow we begin life anew, me no longer attached to you. I can move, now, on my way and never look back. You say “let’s try again, we can work this out.” But answer me…why would it work this time if it didn’t work before? Looking into your eyes again would break me, and to you my heart would bind me. Forever we would be connected in a never ending game of tug-of-war, a game that you would always win, walking away with nothing -- not a gash, not a scrape, not a sliver. Yet I feel it all…All of the pieces of “glass” sprinkled all over the floor are me. As you turn to peek back at me over your shoulder, you look in confusion, in awe, in wonder. How could such a simple action of walking away after a little game lead to my heart shattering? You want to run back and fix it, make me whole again, but you know better. You know that then we just start all over again with this game of tug-of-war…
