Writer1326

she was wildflowers and star-filled skies

she was screaming and laughing

she was loving so hard you can't think anymore

she was jumping off a cliff and the feel of water on your skin

she was your wildest dreams

The words all squirm together

as I write this short poem 

They do not appear as colors on a page

but a black blob 

They do not represent me 

I will give you my heart;

A little glass thing.

It reflects the stars burning in your eyes.

You will drop it on the sidewalk,

And call all of my broken pieces beautiful.

Pick it up shard by shard,