I fix the broken
A caretaker to
All the ones who cared like you
The broken hearts
Chopped in two
Just like the kind of hurt you do
A knife in the back
Right from you
I cure their ails
And set the pace
Push the bodies
Place to place
You play morgue
And I'll play ace
Tried to win
But got last place
All my love
Lost in disgrace
I was corpse
And you were soon
To be wed
I fell for you
My broken heart
Was not for two
I couldn't share
I'm too few
I played corpse
You played wife
A hollow husk
And his white bride
To be wed a wedding day
I tried and tried
But I'm too late
Not my fault if you turn skank
If I get cut
Ill lose the rank
Drop the line
My Titanic sank
Couldn't be worse
I can't be choosing
You dropped me
I'm disapproving
It can't always be my fault
You don't truly love
You're all just talk
An ugly facade to my fate
I would try but its far too late
A corpse lost you
YOU ARE READING
Journal
PoetryThis is just a collaboration of poems that I wrote to get me through the day sometimes. Dealing with heartbreak tends to be deep and unforgiving but this was the only way I knew how
