‘eggshells’

here you are
in a tug-o-war with your own hands
heart yanked this way and that
torn between what you wish for and what you don’t desire
unfortunately the same thing…

abandoned by the one i love
forcing myself to let go
now all i hold is my heart in my hand
dripping crimson upon the snow

the oxygen is running low
i am starting to bend
like reading an emotional diary
pulled into the shallows
there’s still enough water to drown in

i’m like eggshells under fragile ice
like eggshells under fragile ice
eggshells under fragile ice
cracked

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