You are the hot sun on a day with no breeze
You are a milk that has been in the fridge for three weeks too long
You are the fire that burned down my home
You are the hurricane that killed a familyYou are broken beer bottles on the floor
You are the needle that started the addiction
You are passing by your ex in the hallway and reliving every horrible moment
You are the scars on my wrist
You are the scars on my heartYou are the creature that changes every good dream to a nightmare
You are the demon that steals my sleep
You are my broken heart lying on the floorYou are the way that my voice cracks when I tell people "we just fell out of love"
"We just didn't work out"
"It was for the best"
"No I don't still love him, I can't."
But I do.
I can't.
But I do.You are my fear of open water
Because once I trusted the ocean to hold me
But then I drown.
You and the ocean have that much in common

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Something Broken
PuisiA collection of poetry I pulled from the pieces of a broken heart.