Broken
My mind knows the truth,
but my heart refuses to listen.
It knows it would break,
should it choose to accept it as true.
I know I need someone,
but I’m not sure of myself anymore.
It’s not healthy for my heart
to be yearning for something,
that was never there.
But was it truly never there?
There must have been some flicker
something now lost to me,
a spark that never fully flamed,
dying, instead, among the ashes
in my heart.
A thin fragment of fragile glass,
shattering as it falls,
rom my bruised and broken hand.
My bruised and broken heart.
A love that must depart.
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