I don't think you really want me.
I think you like the idea of me.
The idea of us.
You like the thought of ease, of comfort and of stability.
But the actuality scares you.
The finality of it.
Giving into emotion means there's no going back.
No second chances.
No changing your mind. And I don't think you're available for that yet.
I think there's a part of you that loves it.
And a part of you that rolls your eyes when I message.
That scoffs when I reply.
That groans when I make a joke.
And I don't think that's the kind of response a normal situation has.
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Poems of a Broken Man
PoetryHere you will find short examples of poetry, from me, a broken man. I'm not as broken as others, but as a writer, one of the most creative and vulnerable things you can be is broken. If you have one take away from these, please make it this; Check u...
