BROKEN
Walk in on my life, to things you would rather not see.
I am broken, all over the dirty floor.
Before you came, he was here
Loving me
Missing me
Holding me
Dancing me
Into oblivion
I fell asleep in his warm, strong, comforting
arms
For only one second,
but it was one second too long.
When I woke he was changed.
It wasn't even him.
It was a monster.
The monster tore me apart, ripping sinews and muscles.
It pulled every bone from every socket and every joint was burned away.
It didn't touch my eyes though
It wanted me to see what was happening.
When it was through, it held one of my dismembered hands and apologized.
It walked away.
Now you see all my pieces, strewn across everywhere
Still loving him
Still missing him
Still reaching out to hold him
Twitching in some morbid dance.
Waiting for him to glue me back together.
But my perfect eyes can see out the window
and he has forgotten me.
9 comments:
Too sad... :(
When did you write that? It is really amazing. I am repcommenting because I just reread it and I am blown away.
Are you online right now? I thought I saw someone from Provo get onto my new live feed that I posted on my blog. You should do it. Tis really cool.
yes i am online. find a way to talk to me!
Okay, are you in the dryer in your profile pic?
Love, your mother
Sup Bethany, this is Kyla here and I loved your poem, it was really deep. Two days ago I wrote a poem and all my friends loved it. If you wanna here it I'll post it on my blog which is bloobloos.blogspot.com
Hey Beth. You sure nailed it, girl. Hope it's getting better.
That loser...!
That last comment was from Grandma.
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