-- Broken ---May 20 '03 Write an essay on this topic.The Bottom Line I haven't written a complete poem in almost a decade. Well, the result is a painful, self-pitying disaster, but what are you going to do....? --- Broken --- Pieces of me Spread across the landscape Of this desolate country Strangers wander about Briefly They see the pieces, bend down to pick them up The strangers query the pieces, attempt to join them together But no two will fit together To become whole You You bent down to grip some of the shards of mine I knowingly left behind for you If the sharp edges cut you You never said so You behaved as if all was okay.......... .... at least you tried to..... What you held in your hands Should tell you all you needed to know That the person who carelessly left them behind for you Was damaged, was broken........ I know that you picked them up Secretly, I believe that I meant to drop them In hopes that you would pick them up And want to pursue the dry terrain of my soul So as to find the rest........ But even if you wanted so passionately to answer my selfish yearning........ ...... you could never repair me........... ......... you would only make yourself broken too. Why did I compose this poem For you? Why do I say these things to you? Why am I cutting out another piece of myself? When I should behave like “everyone else”, whomever that is........ ....... I’m broken, simple answer. I was never assembled properly, And none of the pieces match. Each section is useful on its own Meaningful as individual constructions But none can fit together They cannot communicate, make sense to themselves, or to the user....... So what the bloody hell is the problem with this thing? I would never know how to love you I would never know As much as I would want to...... ..... as beautiful as you have always been to my eyes........ .... your business with me, if the transaction was made, would never work out You would discover that I was a defective product And return me to the point of purchase Demanding compensation for emotional pain and suffering....... Maybe I need you more than anything Maybe I need to believe that you’ll accept those shattered, ugly, jagged pieces Instead of throwing them out Maybe I want to believe that you’re just as damaged as I am And that those pains I get Are from the jagged, lethal edges of you, and not from myself But that’s just wishful thinking from someone who doesn’t know how to make oneself unbroken  |
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