All I need is for him to hold me.
No words.
Just an embrace and warmth.
That's all I want and need right now.
Because all the little bits of me are falling away.
I'm crumbling apart,
I need him to piece the parts back together.
I know I'll never be "good as new"
But, does that mean I can't be crudely patched back together?
I'm broken.
I know I always say that he's broken, and she's broken, and they're broken.
But I've never admitted to it myself.
It scares me to say I'm not okay.
I guess I give up my false front.
I need help.
1 comment:
Yes another wonderful poem...you're very gifted. I have been attempting to try my hand at poetry and it's sometimes difficult but when I read truly gifted poets it gives me inspiration. Kudos!
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