Drowning in Poetry

Broken Strings

My life used be a pretty box
Tied together with a bow on top
Perfectly normal
With perfectly normal strings

Then my strings burst
And the contents of life spilled out
Disaster struck
And I was all alone

Then he came along
And tied my strings back together
And even though they weren't as before
I was happy

Then he left
And although I don't blame him
My strings fell apart again
And so did I

So I tried tying myself back together
Just like he did
But I tied my strings too tight
And it was hard to breathe

My smile was tied on
And so was my laugh
It was all tied on
And none of it was real

Until one day I broke
My strings were too tight
And I was tired of holding my breath
And my strings broke again

I haven't tried to tie myself back together
Because I realized something:
A smile tied on
Is better than no smile at all

I may have fallen apart
But there's nothing holding me back
So maybe all the strings inside me broke
But now I'm free