you are a beautifully broken boy,
raised to feel less than what you are.
i tried to catch your crumbling pieces
but there were so many
and my hands too small.
i would bandage your wounds
until you tried to say i was the cause of them.still, i continued to wrap the gauze
around your heart with the caress
of my gentle hands.i kept waiting for you to heal,
your mind continuing to fool you.
there was only so much i could do,
and as i tried to fix you up one last time...
you shoved me away.
making me suffer when i was only trying
to save you.
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The Night The Stars Went Out
Poetrya book of poetry about love and the grieving of losing that love. i am writing this as i learn to heal through the breakup and heartbreak of losing the one person i loved. this is a book of vulnerability, sadness but also strength. you are heard, yo...