The connection between us.
The string that’s between me and you.
What is it made of?
And how long can it be stretched before it breaks?
How Long Until We Break?
Bliss Seeping Away
Carve me a smile
With the tilt of your eyes
Glistening wetness
Tears rain and glide
Blissfully broken
Your glee starts to seep
Face lost and broken
Sobs turn to weeps
Broken Lullaby
The weight of your goodbye lingers. Like gravity it shoves me down into a worthless hole feeling like I may never rise again. Crude, raw, and deafening your words were spoken. A broken lullaby to curse me for life.
Ebb Away my Happiness
Can you ebb away my happiness?
I don’t want to hope
Memories break down on me
Broken glass, a shattered trope
Can you bring me realization?
A world too physical to breathe
I need to not drift elsewhere
I need truth too sharp to sheath
To Mend a Broken Heart after Grief
To mend a broken heart after grief
Is to stitch it full of scars
Never beating the same
Never loving the same
But always hurting the same
When memories turn to shards
Therapy Leaves Me Broken Every Time
Therapy doesn’t work like I thought it would. I don’t leave a session crestfallen, but broken, memories on the surface of my mind. But sometimes you need to rebreak something to heal it right. Sometimes the hardest part of healing is rewiring your brain to love yourself.
I Will Soar Broken
My body decides to collaborate with my mind only when it is to achieve my downfall. People say the mind is a powerful thing, but forget the spirit. My spirit will never fail or fall no matter how far stress takes me under. Eat my mind, destroy my body, but I will soar a broken angel.
Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul 