You should have left me alone.
You should have never picked up my broken heart.
What good did it make to us?
You are cut and
Your drop of blood stains my crystal clear pieces.
I am hurt and
All I can see is the remains of my shards still pierced,
Deep into your skin, craving for your comfort.
Here you are and here I am now,
We both walking away
‘clouded’ in our conscience..
With our sore memories of fruitless encounter,
Threatening us in thinking in our heads
‘Perhaps love was not just meant’
Should have left me alone.
Should have listened, should have known..