Broken vases, poem (166/365)

Was I here
Where did I go
Why did you shatter
All these vases
And how did I not know
I guess
I miss heard you
I thought you fix things
Not mess it all up
All your words
Shattered and dangerous
And yet I ate them all up
Shiny things
Don’t always taste
As sweet

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