It's time to start picking up these pieces
Give me a cure
What can mend this broken heart?
Take away the pain
Face the nightmares
1/2 cup of sweet
2 cups of kind
1 cup intelligent
4 cups strong
1/2 cup easy
And an infinite amount of perfect
The right amount of cute
I never knew it could exist
After all we were far from perfect
Even farther from easy
I couldn't keep going
The waves kept pulling me under
One last fight
The final goodbye
Another night
One more word
Nightmares called for me
I stayed wide awake
Arguments
Angry words
They all felt the same
Full of pain and sorrow
The words floated down the hall to my heart
Billions of pieces
Be my glue, darling
Hold me together, tear me apart
I said I was sorry
It was just too late
I was the screw up
The one nobody loved
Shoved aside and beaten up
Battered and bruised I carried myself around
1 cup of responsibility
1/3 cup goofy
1/4 cup serious
1/2 cup laughter
A pinch of everything I needed
Mix it into one
The recipe for a perfect partner
I gave up
You disappeared
After all who needed me as a friend
There were other fish in the sea
You and I needed to be free
No more responsibility
All childless gone with the wind
Time to let go
no holding back this time
If I didn't who would
Because anymore only I was the perfect cure for this broken heart of mine
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Paper Life
RandomThis is my shitty poetry book to help sort through the thoughts and feelings coursing through me. Some of it probably isn't real poetry but just words. NOTE: There will not be regular updates.
