Poems From a Damned Man

Broken Girl

There she is

Walking down the street.

You would never guess she was broken

And claims no one could fix

The situation she is in.

There she goes

Traveling all alone

Shoving off anyone who tries

To come near her heart

Behind the glass.

"If only she could trust,"

Someone said,

"then she would no longer be broken.

And she would be loved."

But she walks on ignoring

Anyone she finds annoying,

Giving up hope to be fixed.

If only she let me hold her hand,

Kiss her lips,

Caress her snow white skin.

I would show her what broken

Is really meant to be.

But I sit in shadow,

Watching her pass buy.

I saw her heart had just a crack

And I smile to myself.

I take out my own heart

Duct tape peeling

Pieces missing

And remind myself what broken

Truly is.

She doesn't know what it feels like to hide

To make sure you could possibly come out whole.

This broken girl was never really broken

This girl was still whole.