Broken...
That's a word i thought I'd never use to describe myself.
Broken...
Left alone without a path to walk on, in the darkness. Lost in self doubt and pity.
Watching you in your new life from the shadow. Laughing, talking, smiling. With her in your arms.
Thousands of miles away from you, and yet I still love you, you pop in my mind and I try to push you away, but I just can't.
You're like a drug that's gone but still in my system. Fading me into a blur, making me realize my mistake which was mostly you.
Broken...
God how mush I hate that word.
I was a young fresh heart filled with hope and dreams, then you came along and crushed this poor little heart, pulling it right out of my chest and walking away with it.
As you did you tore it apart letting the pieces fall to the floor, leaving a heartbroken girl sobbing.
My heart is teared, cracked but mostly broken, but it's slowly healing and in no time this broken heart won't be so broken anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Upon the moon
PoetryPoems of the lost, the broken. Ones of joy, love, pain, bullying, loneliness, weight, heartbreak, death, surviving and sadness. Where my emotions fly and the weight is taken off my shoulders. If you want perfect rhymes, sorry. Then look else where...
