He completed me in every way.
He mended my broken heart and kissed my bruises.
He healed my war torn mind and fixed my shattered pieces
But I wasn't that for him.
I couldn't be, as much as I wanted to be.
I couldn't complete him.
I wasn't enough.
I couldn't be enough.
He was the air I breathed but I suffocated him.
He was my calm in the storm and I was his storm.
We were such polar opposites but we were so intoxicated and infatuated we couldn't be apart.
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Shattered Poems
PoesiePoems collected from teens going through life in the 21st century. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Suicide and rape are mentioned in some poems
