Tag Archive | Broken

One Minute Maudlin Poetry

selfpity

 

I was going to fix you.
Give you so much of me that it would patch your broken heart.
You’d be so grateful, you would fall in love with me.
And that would fix me.

But you’re still broken.
I’m still alone.
And you don’t even notice I’m gone.

Maybe I’m the only one who was broken after all.

(edited 2/6/15)

Damages

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Does anybody make it into their 40s without being broken and scarred and disillusioned? How do you keep on going and have hope for a happy future? I want my story to have a happy ending.