cracked lips
ruddy cheeks
sunrises & moonlight
you only broke me because i let you and
i might even let you break me again because
before you were broken glass and a fist through my bedroom door
you were a snowflake in the palm of my hand
you had my heart before i ever even believed i had one
I like your use of imagery, and the way the subject is not specified directly, but an overall experience emerges. Your meaning is possibly very personal, but your indirect, artistic treatment of the idea makes it universally applicable. This is what true art is made of.
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