The Living Broken (Poetry)

The Gutter

Look at me,
I am terrified, horrified, afriad.

Look at him,
He is capable, unbreakable, fearless.

Why is it, that hearts break and bones shatter?

How is it that mine takes a longer time to get better?

While he stays inside all warm and never worries about the gutter.

For I was in love and falling was the flaw.
I was broken until I was no more.

The sun is rising, but I can't see.
The moon is ominous, but I can't tell.
My body is shivering, but I can't help it.
My soul is hurting, but I can't tame it.
His footsteps are wild, but I can't stop him.
His pace gets faster, but I can't move.

For I was merely a victim.
A victim of love.
I have fallen, straight into a gutter.
This feeling, will never get better.
Let him strike me, hurt me and beat me.
It was all my fault, and no one can save me.
Falling in love was a disease,
The wrong man was a parasite.
The chains of love are decieving,
And neither are the holy grails of love.

But I will stay here, buried in this gutter.
He will never find me, ever again.
I am deep down, where the sun don't shine and the moon don't illuminate.
My heart is breaking, but that's alright.
I'm feeling cold, and that's okay.
For once I leave, I will be perfect.
I will be a victim of love but never a victim of hurt.
I will be a victim of pain but never a victim of lies.
I will be a victim of murder but never a victim of suicide.
For I may be a victim of love, but he is already a victim of accusation.
May his soul rot under fluorescent lights and may his soul hurt just like mine in prison cells.
Break his bones, shatter his veins, just as he did; to so many of us.