Category: Poetry
Title: I Can't Be The One To Fix Your Broken Heart
My eyes are tired and words just seem to fail me. I want to write about my pain. Maybe it'd be of someone's gain. "I got a crumpled sheet but the flow of words just comes in bits. I think I've got my first line but I don't know if it'd fit. I grabbed a seat Got a sheet Still can't put down any shit."
As tears rolled down my cheeks, I thought of this hurt burning inside of me. My face so pale and I'm looking so scattered like potato peels. Indeed it hurts more when you're continuously hurt by someone you love. One moment it's sweet, Next, it goes sour. For a moment back there, I wish I'm THOR. I'd probably strike love with lightning that comes with the sound of thunder. But even in my anger I'd stutter and splutter. Or maybe I'd be Zeus. Oh my god, I'm so confused.
I've given up on you. It never seemed like I got to you. I never really got to your heart, did I?
I think I've been knocking on a rock instead of a door. Noises kept echoing and I thought it was love ringing at me. I never knew it was the sound of my own knocking playing back at me. It all consists of void and nothingness and I was so ignorant to decipher between the tune. Now I'm lost in the moon of my own doom. I've loved you from time—been. Love greater than that of my next kin. This was meant to be an empire of love. Now it has taken a different curve. I wish your next found love would be twice as tough. I thought of my love for you and I smiled.
I thought of you as my charming bride. Mother of my unborn child. I had hope these would make you smile. Else I'll go the extra mile. All I wanted was to love you come rain or shine. Now we're broken and nothing tastes like love in this life of mine. We should be exploring and spread out like thick vines.
But nothing tastes like love when you're two foots afar.
I Can't Be The One To Fix Your Broken Heart, cos I'm broken myself. Two blind men can't lead a goat. Neither can they sail the great Atlanta on a boat. Tarry no longer, grab your coat. The coast is yet to clear so I can't stay afloat. Take your whining somewhere else and there you can gloat. I'm now free of all prejudice, I hate everyone equally. What am I to do? Forgive you? Cast your eyes upon my field of fucks, behold, a million and one flying fucks but I have none to give to you. So leave.
