Haiku (4)

I am broken glass-
be careful of my edges,
my constant mistakes.


you really left.

you always said you would stay with me, but now that you walked out on me the dreams you left behind will just be another one of those memories i will keep of you.

“she embraced the silence which burned like whiskey
at the pit of her stomach.
the wind howled and called out to her,
it swears that she’s not good enough and
will never be enough.”