You can crush me to dust;
You’ll still find glitter remnants
from this heart.
I’ll scramble to salvage shards
glinting silver in moonlight.
When the weight of a million reasons
taunts a blade dancing over skin,
I’ll find that one
to walk away.
Someone said I just need
to get over it.
As I stared off into
the spinning world,
dizzying cycles,
trying not to show you
horrors in my head.
And I’ll fly down
a hundred highways
to outrun your voice
still haunting me.
I’ll stand still, blankly gazing
at something you can’t see;
a shattered child,
when I look in the mirror
and don’t recognize her anymore.
She’s still behind me.
pleading me to be strong.
But I’m bleeding, still,
poised in ancient moon dust.
Let it fall like glitter
over a fractured heart
so maybe she can laugh once more.
Let it fill crevices long left desolate
and somewhere in this abyss
I’ll find one more reason
to rise from glitter fragments,
crafting shards of hearts
to diamonds.
I will be
unbreakable.
She will be
a diamond gypsy
.