Flimsy Arrows.

Your lips brushed my ear, 

All those sweet nothings,

Tore apart my every fear, 

 

But now I'm left alone, 

And I'm badly bleeding, 

I'll never find a home. 

 

I'm a useless f*****g brat, 

Not a surprise there

Even you knew that.

 

So here, on my bed, I lie, 

Cold, dying and broken, 

Willing, so ready, to die, 

 

You left me a broken child, 

A girl who can't remember, 

The last time she smiled, 

 

Because she blocked you out, 

And every shred of crap, 

That you did bloody spout, 

                                 

A little heart broken girl, 

Who was stuck in a shell, 

Who was about to unfurl, 

 

Show herself to the world, 

But you went and broke her, 

So into a ball she curled, 

 

Surrounded my shadows, 

Of a broken, cold, dead love, 

Broken hearts, flimsy arrows. 

 

This girl is crying, 

Watch her tears fall,

Hear her sobs dying.

Know it's your fault. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the honest and direct words of this poem. A broken child will hold the pain forever. Strong description made this story have life. I like the ending to the excellent poem.
Coyote