#breakme
Break me into chasm
then let the love pour in—
flower into deep well—
stem the umbilicus
of what you could say
you knew of me—
the privilege of living
inside your own head—
and me,
something made of sand,
a wink—
something of one
of many lives ago,
though how well
you knew me—
as did he—
how well they saw me—
and maybe no one did.
We were lovers
in a past life.
And now
I am obscure as
lost Atlantis, origin
of the fairy tale—
fragile
as gossamer and
the Holy Grail.
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 7:49 PM UTC
i yearn to hear the voice that once lied
i crave the lips who kissed another
the hands who held mine one hour, but another's the other
the warm embrace then felt like he was putting me back together
just to break me...once again
yes i am in love with a boy
who broke me to pieces
but also who sent tingles down my spine
and one who knows me more than i know myself
this boy
is the reason i trust people too much
because i think everyone
is like him
i don't fall in love oh so easily
but when i do
i fall hard
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC
You broke me.
You broke me and you never picked up the pieces.
Never glued me back together.
I just wanted to cry.
But I couldn't
We'll apologize
You will break me again and I will write more poetry.
You will leave again
I'll just want to cry.
But I won't be able to.
I'm sad.
It just happened again and I'm so broken-still in pieces.
I never got fixed
So now I'm broken for good.
Some scars don't heal.
I just want to cry
But I can't.
When you broke me
You broke my tear ducts, too.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
I have wanted to hold you in these arms of mine for months...
But, I couldn't quite figure out which walls to push down in order to let you in,
What grounding I needed to find to lend you my voice,
My arms,
This heart,
This love.
All I could share,were these eyes,
My silent “yes
My scared “hello”
And I am utterly scared by you,
Or terrified of the you, you will make of me.
I’d like to feel enough to give you something to fall into
But I know I can’t do that.
I know I can’t be her.
I can’t be the girl to share your graces in the morning.
I want to hold you
So that you’ll be close enough to break me,
Break me apart
So I can have something to piece back together in the morning.
See I am good at fixing things,
And being broken.
I am not quite ready to be whole.
I have some wanderlust to fall into,
Some hearts of my own to break,
Some kisses to never speak about,
And languages for my tongue to become fluent in.
And I’m not ready for it to be you.
So let me hold you
In my arms…
Will you break me?
I need something to put together in the morning.
I am sorry that you cannot stay.
Right now, I am not yet, quite ready, to be good at you.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
Grow me in Your way
I know I have rough patches
I just need to know
Will it be gentle, or
Will you have to break me down?
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
Today
I will find my heart
where you left it
Today
I will rinse it clean
and
sew it back into my chest
Today
I will buff the scars
and watch as it inhales
red
Today
I will be fully alive
but
Tonight
I will detach it from my veins
and lay with you again
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC