If I said I love you,
Would you care?
If I said I was lonely,
Would you be there?
If I said I'm cold,
Would you put your arms around Me?
Is this wrong, or meant to be?
I am beautifully broken, I've accepted that about me
With this knowledge, will you contribute to my "happy"?
I am imperfect, riddled with flaws.
They are my trophies, my beautiful scars.
If I am willing, hopeful and open,
Will you help me, will you be my friend?
I'm trying to be courageous, trying to let you in.
Trying to be braver, looking for somewhere to begin.
If I make the first move, will you meet me halfway?
It's a question that has haunted and is the cause of my delay
YOU ARE READING
Beautifully Broken
Puisi"A stab in my chest, I'm wounded but can't bleed. There is a loneliness inside of me, accompanied by a gnawing need".- Nick I write what I feel and sometimes I'm inspired. whatever the case these are all mine. I love words and poetry If there is...
