Broken

My heart is breaking
and your words are still scraping
across my battered soul.
Who could forsee
that separation from thee
would take such a toll?

Wounds still are pouring
Hatred still is roaring
As melancholy memories arise
Remorse once more flies
into conscious.

Wishing words were unsaid
Affection misread
Promises denied and
Distance supplied.

Yet time has spun
and the pain has begun
spiking through every vein.
A fiery embrace of
malice and distaste
continues to drain
my existence.


A beautiful moment in time
shattered by one single line
of betrayal.
Ensnared in a limbo of doubt
uncertain which route
to take.

This love makes me quake
in inspirational awe,
but I'm afraid I won't make
it into your arms again.

Swimming against a
current of complications
I grow tired and weary
of your rejection and temptation.

Is it worth saving?
(You're still the one that I'm craving.)

Are you worth saving?
(Or am I recklessly raving?)

Are we worth saving?
(My heart is still breaking...)