broken down
into nothing but a wisp
a tiny little
fragment of what i was
do you see it?
the small pieces you left me with?
you should be proud
to be the only one
to break me this way
to crush me so thoroughly
i still feel it now
many months later
broken
still
wounds have healed
but not the ones that matter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem