A Cup of Broken Things.

There are broken things where her heart should be.
A side to her no one else can see.

Sometimes the girl who tries to keep everyone happy is the most lonely.
she tries to find her one and only
but yet she holds back and keeps her heart closely
trying to move on fearlessly
but loosely, non comprehensively, and submissively.. she fails.

Her plans of moving on derails
her thoughts go back to the details
and she can't seem to control her sails.

shes scared and unprepared.
Yet she's in deep desperation of repair.


The fear in showing her broken pieces
the size of her baggage increases.
As she tries to organize to restart
she tries to show her weak part.. I mean the heart is the most complex body part.
But she realizes it's time to be smart an start.
To leave behind the past and refine the bleeding heart.



hope you enjoyed my poem! lemme know what you thought about it <3