Broken

he was my everything

it's like he came from another century.

he took me to infinity

then left me

alone in unknown territory.

he forgot me.

 

we used to be in harmony;

better than the symphony,

as close as two people could be,

but now I feel empty.

there's no music left in me

and I find myself praying to an entity,

the entity: God.

Because I need some clarity

on why this always happens to me.

right now it's just a trilogy,

but I feel there's hearbreak I've yet to see,

like there's more to add to my tragedy.

 

maybe I've finally been broken

or maybe I'm waiting for something

that's never coming.

maybe there's no happy ending

and I'm just frozen

in an unending loop:

happy, broken, the allusion of fixed. happy, broken, the allusion of fixed.

 

right now I'm just

Broken.

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