They say every opportunity has an expiration date
And I let this one go bad
I told you I needed time but little did I know that by the time I needed you
You had moved onLike going bowling
And watching the ball roll down the alley
Only to slide right between the last two pins of the game
Knowing that you were so close to winningFoolishness led me astray
You were my opportunity
You were the end goal
But I missed the shotI was a kitten with a broken leg
Needing nurture and care to heal
But now I am a half healed heart
Fending for myself in a forest of monsters
A forest named depressionI have loved
And I have lost
But I have lost your love
And loved you while you were lost
At that's the worst of allBut no matter your choice
After deliberation for
Hours
Days
Weeks
However long you need
I'll still be here
But I wouldn't blame you for doubting that
My record is crumpled and marked with sins against your heart
YOU ARE READING
Something Broken
PoetryA collection of poetry I pulled from the pieces of a broken heart.