Two Broken Lovers
Things that shatter:
Glass
Windows
Bottles
Trust - yours
Hearts - both mine and yours…
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I broke your trust
It was my fault this time,
I know
Every night I lie awake
Staring at those old glowing stars
With insomnia. For your sake.
Wondering how things would be
If I said what I meant,
Then I would not have to plea
Sometimes I miss you and want you
To take me up in your arms and hold me
Until my worries are reduced to only a few
She said to stop thinking
About what could have been
It’ll only keep me sinking
Down into the depths of the pit
Where darkness lives and eats at me
Gnaws at my soul bit by bit
Grinding me into a fine dust…
She told me to stop spiraling too
I remember; this was about trust
Trust and bottles broken one after the other
With nothing left but
Two broken hearts, and two broken lovers