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Broken Things
Why do I pick up broken things,
Knowing full well the hurt it brings?
For oh yes, I see the sharp edges-
Hear hesitancy in pledges.
And yet a magnet I must be,
For they yet appear before me.
And though I try to seal the cracks,
I find something in the will lacks.
To want something you cannot share,
(Quite the sad shape of disrepair);
This is not something I can fix,
I have no box of magick tricks.
For some will never see they're twisted-
Years of love and life resisted
Has turned them into points of jade,
Rampant on personal crusade!
...And though curiosity stems,
There's is no appeasing their whims.
You can hold them a night or two,
But never more than that it's true.
Even lack of intelligence
Cannot discount what's common sense;
Yet with my palms bloodied and sore,
I realize I've done it once more.
These broken things, they haunt my dreams
And all my reality seems
To hold important... values shared;
The curse on me for having cared.
With all the love I have to give,
Oh they just bleed me like a sieve.
Basking in all they cannot yield...
Their truth, and love, ever concealed.
And so the world turns and turns
On lessons this one never learns.
I find myself reaching again,
A game of chance I'll never win!
That gleam in eye, I have to try
Through pains I'll never justify.
Though now begin to see it clear...
There's more than one thing broken here.
Published 25th Jul 2015
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I love the realization of the other broken
thing; masterfully done, love to
read you .
27th Jul 2015 11:25pm
Thank you so much knot2much for the read and the comment. Lol on the last realization... last we ever admit to ourselves but i think we always truly *know. :)
Michael
Michael
25th Jul 2015 12:00pm
Very poignant! Indeed, one must heel thyself before you can heal another. Sometimes the hands are numb to the touch and more damage is done with insensitive hands than all the hammers of the world... jj
27th Jul 2015 11:29pm
Hey JJ, good to see you here. Indeed, one must heal the self first. Sucks to high heaven when one has to separate from whom he loves the most to do it... but still absolutely right. So right about the hammers. Would much rather be being pounder by those right now. Thank you for your visit and your insight, friend.
Michael
Michael
25th Jul 2015 5:50pm
27th Jul 2015 11:31pm
:) thank you so much Tanzen for the compliment. Glad you enjoyed... Honored for the RL add too.
Michael
Michael
26th Jul 2015 5:58pm
i have a fondness for broken things too... sometimes, they're worth the cuts on our fingers
27th Jul 2015 11:35pm
Thank you Katja... not sure if this one's worth it...some of the worst damage I've ever had to deal with. And yet I keep trying to pick it back up... freakin' broken indeed!
Michael
Michael
