Don't Fix What Isn't Broken
I wasn't broken before I met you
I was whole but cracked
To you I was broken
A shattered piece of glass
Fragile
You thought you could fix me with sloppy fingers and super glue
You thought you could fill the cracks with worn-out cement and good intentions
Where my cracks where faint
Your good intentions hollowed them out
Your sloppy glue work seared through them
I told you I wasn't broken
Only scraped and cracked
But you still tried to fix me
People say don't fix what isn't broken, you might make it broken
That is what happened to me
The cracked vase filled with wildflowers
Became the broken vase with sloppy glue work, worn-out cement and good intentions turned sour displayed all over it
Flowers worn and wilted
Petals drooping
This is what my heart became
Broken and shattered
When you realized I was unfixable
You walked away
Your supplies still decorating the worktable
I wasn't broken before I met you
But you left me broken, battered and bruised
You tried to fix me
-but you broke me in the end
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Ink
PoetryI will not pretend to be a poet. I simply lace letters into words, words in verses and these verses are my feeling which have slowly bled through the pages of my notebook. This is my "Bleeding Ink".
