Shattered Poem by Laura Anne

Shattered



I look at the photos; all I see is hurt
You put on that shirt; all I see is pain
You put on cologne; all I think is, was it is for me or to cover something up
You go out; all I do is wait and wonder, who is it this time
You come home late; all I want to know is why

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