The world shattered in my hand,
reminding me how agressive I can be
when overwhelmed.
Its blurry,
but I manage to try and pick up some peices
even if it seems difficult.
But what I don't realize,
is that im broken aswell.
I seem to have forgotten
that im just as fragile as the world,
and I find myself just as broken as the world.
My soul, my spirit, my last resort.
Suddenly, nothing feels real anymore.
And my soul is trying to find itself,
and peice back together the mixture of a mess.
Slowly, I find myself.
The sound of a voice,
My memories once unscrambled,
struggle to recover from being broken,
and fixed again.
Have you ever had something stolen from you?
My heart,
where is it?
I cant find it,
and so I give up on finding myself
and try and figure out how to love again.
But why play with a broken toy?
it will only break again if you dont take care of it.
And so while I search for my heart,
I don't realize that im slowly breaking once again.
Every step,
every breath,
every moment I waste,
is another crack in myself.
How do you love without a heart?
Why did the stars send me this etheral being who deserves all the love in the world,
if I cannot give it that?
Can someone without a heart,
who is unable to love,
still be loved by someone with the heart they are missing?
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🌟⠀⁺⠀𝜗 RURU'S POEMS 𝜚
Poezjahi!! im zeru but you can call me ruru :D I do poetry and wanted to share it as much as I can. I have a tiktok thats @/hyastar.uu !!! (I also post art there!) I want to be a poet one day and I hope my poems inspire people... ENJOYY!!!
