hers to break

Clouded views of a man, silent

Tired I am, trying to fight it

What does it mean to write it

Bully my sadness, wayward tyrant

The rain, it is a deep sadness

And strangers think I’m curable

I love their attempts, dearly

To make me a friend in their eyes

But I am far gone, and to their surprise

I don’t seem sad, but the words bubble

And I blow them out slowly, as if life

Is just a bittersweet song that I wait

The conclusion to

Is it my choices, or simply fate

That my soul is hers to break

Sudden emotions arise within me

I want the space beside her filled

With only my stillborn heart

Let her sing me to sleep

While the stars recover

Their deeply dismayed prodigal son

4 thoughts on “hers to break

  1. This is a beautiful poem, the Baristas are hitting it today. I love the power of this poem and the meaning and one I feel in my own way I can connect to even if our stories are different. Here are the lines that drew me in completely:

    I don’t seem sad, but the words bubble
    And I blow them out slowly, as if life

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