I know you're gonna leave me eventually...
but I'm going to try to postpone it for as long as possible

Sometimes
You meet the right people
At the wrong times.


That thing could’ve worked
If it was a bit later,
Or maybe a bit sooner.

Maybe
We would’ve worked
If it was at a different time
In a different place.
With different people

Maybe
We could’ve lasted.

Maybe
You were the right person
At the wrong time.

So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough

Not bent
Not bruised
Broken
Together one minute
Shattered the next
Like a mirror
Showing a perfect reflection
It cracks
It breaks
Distortion is all i see
Or maybe its just the real me
Not bended
Not bruised
But broken.