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Broken

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I’m broken.
People come,
Stick me back,
I help with the glue.
But the glue has no strength.
A tiny wisp of wind
Is all it takes.
It brushes past
And all of me breaks.
I’m tired of breaking.
I wish I was a fortress
Lasting millennia.
Or a wall
That keeps people in place.
Or sand that knows
No great weather.
But I’m not.
I depend.
Ironic.
It breaks me.
The pieces get difficult
To find.
It hurts to break.
But
Even when broken
No one
Casts me away.
No one
Wants me gone.
Maybe they like
The challenge
Of putting me back
Together.
Maybe they like
Seeing me
… broken.
Maybe I’m words
Meant to be
Spoken
Into
Breeze.
Maybe they wish
To see how much
I can take.
How far I last
How small I can break.
But, you see,
No matter how much
I am glued back,
I am broken.
Swaying in the breeze,
Counting on words
Not yet spoken.

Strangers Again

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The words that’re whispered over three AM talks
Ignoring thunder under rainfall walks
Because you noticed a light in my eyes
Then, when self-esteem was but a word
And the world was a cesspool of lies
Which could be felt and not just heard

Then, when you took me and kissed my lips
And my heart danced in catatonic flips
Then it was that your hair gleamed in the sun
As it fell on my chest, I held it tight
I’d no hope even then that you were one
To last through the day unto the lost night

I recall not one word from yesterday
For none matter now, words aren’t meant to stay
The feel of your hair is gone with that hour
And you have found another pair of eyes
To taste, to praise, to dive in and devour
You become a ninja master of disguise.

I smile and move on to the next three AM talk
Maybe this time I’ll learn and won’t do the walk
The thunder would groan and rumble with might
I’ll notice it keen through the still warm rain
And when I pass you via a quiet night
It will be quite like we were strangers again.

Our first meeting

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For you, heartbreaker, I bear no ill will,
I know somewhere in your heart, I rest still;
And though you left me, with sudden goodbye,
With no chance to embrace or a good cry,
These are moments you have snatched from my fate,
That leaves us torn but with no scope to hate.
I saw you and felt the touch you gave me,
Through askance eye you so questioned to see;
You stood so near and yet so very far;
I could not begin to know who you are.
I do not know if wounding me was meant,
I only took what you willingly sent.
If hurt was your intent, I shall receive;
But in what slight manner did I deceive?
To partake you so close yet so remote,
In my agony, did I feel you gloat?
Your soft hair I couldn’t run through my fingers;
Yet the brand of you terribly lingers!
For you, heartbreaker, I bear no ill will;
I know you sit somewhere and read this still.