#brokeninside
Walk away now.
Turn back before you have gone to far.
To good for black widowed ways.
More than her preying mantis love.
She knows the monster that she is,
This is why she tells you to run.
Her greatest creation,
The masks for which she has spun.
Intricately woven threads of silky lies
intwined with bits of brokenness.
A warm summer breeze to mask the inferno within.
A sweet delicate smile to mask the bleeding tongue.
A flutter of her eyes to mask the cold dead stillness.
Run.
She gives you fair warning,
Run.
This is not what she wants for you
But she can not help who she is.
She would rather you in the arms of another lover
Then to remain with her where she will eat you alive.
Her darkness is contagious.
Her beauty only a facade from afar.
Get to close she will cut you
and allow the Black Death to seep in.
She doesn't want this, she doesn't
But she is to weak to stop
She is only strong enough to warn you
But you must chose to walk.
Turn around.
Run.
She cannot feel though she tries
Forget this girl and move on.
You are to good for her.
Need I tell it to your face?
You are to good for me.
(And he did)
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
The same date returns,
and so do the tears,
pouring quietly into my soul.
I hate the days that remember me.
Days that whisper pain
like it never left.
Sometimes I wish
I was never born into this world,
where emptiness settles
inside a broken heart.
This heaviness in my chest
steals my breath,
and I ask the same questions—
why?
Why do those around me
notice me only when I falter,
yet look away
when I give them everything I am?
People disappoint me.
Family disappoints me.
Friends disappoint me.
And I disappoint myself—
for staying kind,
for caring too deeply,
when love was never returned
the same way.
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 9:02 AM UTC
God, i wish you were here, so that I could give you hugs and kisses...
I just wish that we weren't so broken on the inside...
People and memories just make us broken on the inside and outside...
That's why I am depressed... on the inside and outside...
And even though you are happy on the outside, you are just using the happiness as an excuse to cover up the sadness on the inside...
You and me...
We may act different, but we are somehow the same...
But how about this...
Why don't we just be the broken couple together...
You can be the shoulder I cry on, and I'll be the bandages to your wounds on the inside...
If that makes sense...
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
shirtless and drinking my six dollar sangria from a measuring cup.
never has the formula been so close to be solved. the exact moment when we can say we have made it.
twenty four onces in and my neighbor seems to be a little put off.
this same man comes outside once a day to ask me about college without even putting pants over his underwear so tonight I figure indifference is key.
Summer is a gross mess, even when your doing nothing you find yourself pouring sweat through your white button ups, you looked fine leaving and now that your here doing your best to sound interesting to girl at the bookstore you just look slightly sadder and fatter than before.
thirty six ounces and red teeth tell me that we have made it.
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC
We love you more than you could know,
We see your pieces as a whole
I wish you'd really look inside
And see the beauty no one can hide
Your poems are gold
Your words are bold
Light that no one can hide
Everything that is beautiful is cracked; that's how the light gets in
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC