Portrait of a girl

Broken

It's been a while.
Maybe it's time to clean up.
Pick up the pieces
Put it all back together
and try not to break it this time

But maybe you like it like this
With shards scatted all over the floor
left to decay, but preserved forever
never restored
but never thrown away

You might like it like this
But I fear I'll be hurt
Cut on the shards that you left
But you have no fears
Not for the shards, nor for me

Worst

The worst part is that I still love you
After what you've done.
Everyday, I try to forget you.
But I can't.

Basket cases

Sometimes I think a person is just the culmination of their physiological problems,
And all of society had been constructed to hide this fact.

Drawing

Down

I'm not superman,

though you may need me to be.

I still feel the pain.