Broken Poetry

You Can Only Wish

You're going to wish that you hadn't been so thoughtless as you look into the woods, the memory of me not there, just an outline of a character, of someone you once loved. You'll walk into that darkness, like you walked into my horrifying life as if it were nothing, because you're brave, and while you are walking, the dim light of the moon stays blocked away leaving the woods dark and cold, but you continue onto the path of the blind. You'll search for that memory, the memory of me, and the frustration will rise a few levels taller when you cannot string the pieces of the puzzle together. The trees stand tall and strong, their stems the color of my eyes, but you wouldn't know that, the dirt beneath your feet making noises as loud as silence as you take each step deeper and deeper into this nightmare. Using your hands to guide you through the pitch black night, you stare down a distant light up ahead, searching for what's left of me, but what you don't realize, is that you'll never find it. You'll never see the full memory of me again. You'll wish and wish, a curiosity scratching against your mind, only a few pieces of the puzzle in your hands, the rest... Lost. Left behind like the sad broken girl you left me to be, and scattered across the oceans and mountains are small little pieces of what you're looking for. If you want me back, you'll have to find me.