A/N Probably the least structured I can get when writing poetry. LoL. Basically, about being the author of your own misery. Self-inspiration, anyone?

Jaded Angel

It’s not as if
I didn’t know
What I was getting
Into.

It’s not as if
I wasn’t born
With eyes wide
Open.

But the lamentation,
Oh, you know,
It always sounds so sweet
And the fire in my veins,
You know it’s
Such a lovely heat

Can you imagine where I’d be,
If I had never fallen?
Do you know what I would do,
If I were still together?

But the brokenness is beautiful –
The pieces on the floor,
As they glitter like a million flames,
I dance and can’t ignore
That the shards are flying everywhere,
These remnants of a dream;
As they graze my skin, I fight the tears,
And just hold back a scream.