Of Broken Glass and Stained Hearts
Tableau in Stasis
Registrant
I suppose this is the only poem relating to my abuse but only because it was written for one of my abusers (the second most recent one but in some ways the worse of the two most recent).
Of Broken Glass and Stained Hearts
And now you're gone, shattered, my stained glass fragmented so now wherever I see the flecced colors left over in the glance of another. I'll celebrate in sorrow at my torn heart beating in love and tragedy. Your two toned wine I gulp it's intoxication. You were a deadly poison and yet the antidote I was dosing. The memory may break and grief blot out our history, but the feelings remain in a tender torture spinning me till I don't know who I am anymore. So I decide to be who you saw me to be: caring and happy to shine wherever there was dark to be seen. They say there are two deaths, one of body, and one of memory, and so I'll carry the later even though you're *Already Gone*
Of Broken Glass and Stained Hearts
And now you're gone, shattered, my stained glass fragmented so now wherever I see the flecced colors left over in the glance of another. I'll celebrate in sorrow at my torn heart beating in love and tragedy. Your two toned wine I gulp it's intoxication. You were a deadly poison and yet the antidote I was dosing. The memory may break and grief blot out our history, but the feelings remain in a tender torture spinning me till I don't know who I am anymore. So I decide to be who you saw me to be: caring and happy to shine wherever there was dark to be seen. They say there are two deaths, one of body, and one of memory, and so I'll carry the later even though you're *Already Gone*
