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Rae Harrison May 2016
You made a mess of my heart
The windows are cracked and the walls are chipped
It's not exactly broken but it sure as hell isn't fixed
I could try to repair it but that would mean cleaning up your mess
And cleaning up your mess would mean removing all evidence of your existence
And I'm not ready for that yet
Neither is my heart
Keith Manzano May 2016
Sorry for being broken.
Because.....
Now,you need to carry the burden
Of trying to fix me.
Cat Fiske May 2016
I thought he loved me,
even when he would hit me,
because I still loved him.

I want it back,
even with the bad.

I miss how he held me close.
I miss him fixing my problems.
I need him, to fix me again.

but he is gone,
because he left me,

I'm untouchable to others in the acts like love,
I'm a wreck since he packed up his bags and  just left,
I'm scared to have anyone else to love me like that.

because he took away my innocence I barely had grown to know,
I never had the time to be acquainted to my purity for he stole it,

It taken from me at age fifteen,
before I consented to love someone in that physical way,
before I knew he didn't really love me,

But he did love me. right?
that's what he had told me,

but I was made to believe a string of lies,
and when they finally un-twined,
I was left alone to wipe the tears from my eyes.

and I wonder still how it all got so bad,
How it all collapsed around me.

and it hurts to assess and see,
how he probably will be the only man to ever of loved me,
How he and I can't go back,

how I want it back,
How I hope for his phone call back,

but he never phones,
he never texts or writes,
he left me to wait for his return.

because I can only ever hope for it.
because I don't know how to continue my life.

He will never come back to me,
and I will never love someone the same,
and he will always be lingering in  my head,

until I pick up the phone,
to his overdue call.

but until then,
I can only ever imagine what would have been,
if we continued together further into life,

but for  now,
I'm stuck without him.
Naomi Chevalier May 2016
Your name was like a prayer to me
Safely kept in the corners of my heart
With one utterance I was afraid it would
Send you away
If I could do it over I would say your name every day
And cherish it like a prayer unto my soul
Our love could have healed that hole
That I know pained you
But my lips could only speak truth
And your ears were dead to honesty
Your feet and head took you away from me
You lost me, and I never had you.
I want to be a king,
just for one day.
I want to know what it feels like
to have all power
limitless power
I would force this thing you call abuse
into the corner it originated from.
I wish I could be the man of the hour
for one day
This time will be mine.
I will sit, finally being able to show my face.
I want to emerge from depression,
rise from the black water,
and come re-done,
not undone
I wish I could lead.
I would give the peasants a life worth living,
tyranny would be nowhere seen.
In my rule,
everyone is loved,
and all are happy.
If I was a king for a day,
I would do my best
to make this world
a better place
I feel so afraid,
to be small all my life.
I want to be king,
Because I am nothing now.
nothing
at
all
I don't know what this life
has to offer  
I want this world under fire.
But not by my rule.
The leaders have brought us down.
i see the people
they Are hurting.
I want to end pain.
I see the pain.
I want to end poverty
I see the poverty.
I want to stop the people who want to **** themselves,
I want to be the all protector.
Is this bad?
No more will I be a helpless kid,
but a fearless leader.
If only I was king
*just for one day
darktowers Apr 2016
We can be a good person
But the holes in
our hearts and soul
That can destroy
The ones we love
And care about
No the hole wont go away
But we can learn
To deal with it
Jace Kassem Mar 2016
"Things you can bend, you can repair";
The laws of life, they seem too fair.
The analogy is wrong, those you can't compare;
Like broken glass, is a heart in despair.
MsAmendable Mar 2016
Taking two hands and a soul full of hope,
I hang over water, the seaweed like rope
It's true the sun sets not long from its rise,
But I've waited all day to see your true eyes

Of things you can see through; glass, air and me
The lies you've been told, still you can't see
So come to the water, where I hang like a cloak
And together, us two, we can mend what we've broke
Meg B Mar 2016
When glass shatters,
all you can do is
pick up the pieces.

When we shatter,
all we can do is
pick up the pieces.

Things remain broken
only if we choose not to
fix them.
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