ROMANCE Poem: A Broken Wine Glass and a Persian Rug, by David Atti

The parts of me I fear to reveal,
Are the parts I left in you.
When we met I was broken,
And didn’t know how to heal(fix me).
So when I stumbled into you,
Right in the middle of the room.
Looking all in control, and,
Having all the attention you deserve.
I finally knew
That I would be whole again.
So I hid beneath your soft touch,
Avoiding the inevitable of being trashed.
Little did I know, that those little pieces,
Would be the one to tear you apart.
Now I’m stuck with not only a broken me,
But a torn apart you.
On our way to the one place I feared most
Damnation!!
But if it’s with you,
Then it’s a better place to be
With our new whole.

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