BrokenI know broken, because I see it every day.Broken3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see it in the eyes of the boy too drunk to stand for the third night in a row,
collapsed in the hallway of his unfurnished apartment
that does not pretend to be home.
I see it in the way he allows himself to fall,
and then, when he doesn't, he pushes himself down
into the darkness that makes any light seem like hope.
I see it on the face of the girl who's tried one too many times to be pretty,
only to find that she's a mess of mascara and designer bags
that can never keep the people she loves from leaving.
I see it in the salty tears that never pass her lashes,
because that would mean crossing the boundary line
between keeping it in and breaking down entirely.
I see broken in the walk of the boy who repeats every mistake
rather than risk a pain he's unfamiliar with,
trudging alongside his latest conquest with a smile on his face and a lie in his heart.
I see it in the words he uses to validate his excuses,
the way her wonderful becomes awful
potentialthere was so much potential.potential3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we were born of it,
born to live, born to love, born to hurt and born to die.
we had so much potential,
like dry grass in the heat of summer,
right before the spark.
i could have been scared, should have been scared,
but i wasn't.
i knew, like i knew every time before,
that potential simply meant
we would catch fire,
ignite in the heat of passion,
burn bright and fast,
and burn out that much sooner.
i could have run away,
refused to be burned once more,
but i didn't.
when you find someone
with so much potential, whether for harm or for healing,
you have to grab hold and hope
that maybe fire won't mean burning up,
but will mean being warm and happy instead.
of course it won't,
but you still have to hope.