Broken
Time is immortal in your eyes
I scratch at the thoughts buried deep in my mind
There you are raw bleeding like an open wound
Finally I see you for your soul not your kind
You are transformed by your selfishness
Broken into millions of naked pieces lying on the floor
I try to gather you back together
My fingers bleed with each sharp broken edge wanting more
Tears fall and drip down wet cheeks
A wave of emotion washes the pieces back together
Your image is distorted, broken and damaged
How do I make you whole again in my forever
Comments
A very powerful piece that speaks of betrayal and lost love to me. I really like the line_I scratch at the thoughts buried deep in my mind._ Why is it that we always go back to the negative thoughts in our minds, scratching at them like an itchy wound? Anyway a great piece of writing :o)
Thanks and yep you got it in one. We want the perfect memories not the truth. Harsh reality to bear at times.
BRI
– blueravenice
I love this piece
well done :)
Thank you glad you liked it. :)
– blueravenice