I woke,
I've been writing poems
For the wrong person.

I broke,
I've been crying
For the wrong person.

He was fooling me all along.

Sure they all say
Putting yourself together again is possible
But everyone fails to mention
That jagged edges will never fit the same
Glueing together sharp sides
May keep it all together for now
But
Only one drop away
From returning to a fractured state

you can't love someone into taking care of you.

I’ve seen the future,

it looks a lot like this.

Your eyes, full of old fights

we never had, but should have.

We carry on, hands full of silence.