I'm broken
And bruised,
I'm lost
And wandering,
Looking for help,
Pondering
What I would say
To you,
If you were here.
Would I tell you,
"I miss you",
"I ******* up",
"I love you, my dear"?
Or would I face the fact,
That you left me,
With no intent
Of coming back?
I don't know.
They say,
"Only time can heal",
Yet it's been three years,
So why does this all still feel real?
Maybe time doesn't heal everything,
Maybe some of us just can't be healed,
Maybe we were meant to be broken and never fixed,
Maybe. But who can tell?