"You break everything you touch."
Your old family,
Your weeping wife's heart,
Your self state of trust,
Your entire damn life.
That glass of ivory milk
And crimson wine laid
Bleeding out on the floor
From the mess you made
A wreck that can't be fixed,
A regret that can't be turned,
A time you can't go back to,
A mess that can't be returned.
And you were so afraid
Of doing some damage
So you stayed away distantly
To lessen the carnage
But the glasses you shattered
And wounds from their pain
Will not remain broken
And it won't forever remain
You are more than a wrecker
You're a mechanic, adhesive glue
You are a selfless fixer
The people you save will say it's true
Cause Bobby, don't you even see?
That when you touched upon
The lives of Sam and Dean
You changed everything?
Bobby, now can you see
That when the boys play Humpty Dumpty,
You are the only man
That can put them back together again?
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PoetrySupernatural poems that I write when all the: -massive emotional damage -overwhelming crack -severe obsession -rare inspiration -demon possessing me is too much to handle. 50% feels, 50% crack, 100% trash. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! ××× ...