Member Poem

The peices of your promises,
are strewn about my room.
Now i'm taking them as hostages,
instead of reaching for my broom.

The shards are sharp and my fingers are bleeding,
still I grip them tightly in my grasp.
My ears are still ringing and stinging,
from the echo of the door you slammed.

Go ahead and abandon our memories,
get rid of our passion projects too.
Treat them like they're all just meaningless things,
like they meant nothing to you.

The peices of your promises,
now crushed beneath my feet.
The shards cut me open but the pain gives me purpose,
I love the way I bleed.