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.
YOU ARE READING
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...
