Broken Glass- a poem by K.N. Lee

Broken Glass

K.N. Lee

 

Little pieces of broken glass

And unsung songs

I clutch the glass

Blood drips 

With the sting of untold wrongs

He loves me 

He hates me too

But I love him more

Than I love you

A heart ripped

Lips part

Lies snipped

The secrets bleed

The guilt feeds

A desperate attempt

To forget my greed

I love him

I love you too

How can I choose? 

When it is certain

That I will lose...