Broken Fast
Life is precious. Don't feed it to a parasite.
I was an egg blistered to dust on the pavement
Waiting for you to pick up the spatula
Pick me up
Show me I'm not just your refuse
Show me I'm worth any words at all
Show me that one day I too will be loved
Instead of lying on the pavement
Waiting for you to show your face
Lying on the pavement getting more and more bruised
Watching people put on ballet slippers and crocks
Boots and fucking kleats
Walk all over me
Spikes in my forehead and dust in my eyes
And when I say "can you watch where you're walking?"
"You stepped on my hand
And my face
My spleen and my heart
That hurts, and I thought you cared
So be careful"
They tell me "it's hard to be walking on eggshells.
You should understand."
Well now, I do.
I understand who shows care
Versus willful ignorance to someone else's pain
I understand that I waited for you
And now I pay the toll for the time that you wasted.
I understand that you were a parasite,
etching away at parts of me
that only the Universe can properly see
Burrowing deep
Unraveling threads
And throwing me
An egg on the sidewalk
I understand you may have always been a beautiful lie.
I understand pain
and choosing myself when you're not here to choose me
Or even choose to fucking communicate when you had the damn chance
And I understand that now, it's my job to scrape myself back up off the sidewalk
And see how much time can be salvaged
If you're the one thrown away
Comments (1)
While everyone spins Quite quick and impressively I am a raw egg. Understandably While everyone cooks just right I'm feeling scrambled. With ingredients To enhance flavor with salt I'm acting sluggish. Eggs can be consumed With savor and sweetness, but My pain is hot sauce. The thing about eggs Is that they come in dozens We are not alone. Thank you, Sym, for your piece. It felt like it needed to be told.