You broke me
This was a new sensation for me
Not for lack of being hurt
I had been broken before
By countless others
I had been torn apart by hands I believed were safe
I had been kicked to the curb by feet I thought I could follow
But with you it was different
You broke me
However this time it didn't hurt
When you cracked open my chest it wasn't pain I felt
It was relief
It was release
It was freedom
You broke me
You tore away the shell I had been hiding in
The shell that the ones who came before built around me to keep me quiet
You plucked me out of the darkest parts of myself
And led me to a happiness I have never known
Solely guided by the light of your smile
You broke me
So explain this
Why have I never felt so whole
About the Creator
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*LIVE READING OF WORK ATTACHED AT THE BOTTOM* Just found the song you wrote me, read the lyrics out loud, this is breaking my heart. All the things you wrote down, all the things you said would bring us together are exactly what tore us apart. Did you mean it, was it true? Cause right now I just don't see. We were supposed to be sisters, best friends- but how can I be best friends with just me? We've missed out on so much, I've been through so much alone. My god, why won't you just answer the phone? I'm lost, I'm scared, I need you by my side, please come save me from this never ending ride. This ride of sadness, loneliness, bitterness, confusion; I feel like I'm trapped inside a house of illusion. One I built myself with bricks of love, but the foundation was built on lies and we both know it was never enough. Did you ever love me, or was I always just a chore? Forgive me for asking these hard questions, I'm just tired of being ignored. I'm trying not to give up, but lately, it's hard. I feel like I've been dealt a stacked deck of cards. Was this always your plan, to pick up and run away with my heart? If I'd have known that I wouldn't have pushed you, leaned on you, or asked you to catch me when I made a mistake. But now I'm alone at my own pity party eating stale cake, cause I've waited so long for you to come back. I should've realized sooner that you don't have a rear-view mirror. And the scary part is -the part that hurts the most- I'm not even mad at you.
By Final Thoughts7 years ago in Poets
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