All things can be broken. From the Titanic, To this spiraling pencil, Nothing is indescribable. Relationships included.
But not all things can be fixed. A scarred and broken body may heal, But itβs mind will never correct. The memories will always haunt, Old habits may die hard.
And maybe, Just maybe, A love for pain Still resides.
All poetry comes from emotion, and emotion never goes away completely.