Fractured, But Not Broken

Yes there is a difference between the two.

Yes...I am still sore.

Battered, bruised, black and blue.

It hurts so much to breath, to move.

Had I not taken a leap of faith...

I thought you were a soft place to fall,

so I fell into love feet first,

and with my eyes sealed shut.

I missed the mark. Your heart was

never there, you were an oasis...

you were never real.

Just a figment of my imagination.

I thought my heart was broken,

I thought that it was shattered.

But I was wrong, just like I was about you.

I'm not broken in a million pieces.

I'm not so fragile as it appears.

It may hurt to breath, yet I exhale.

It may hurt to move, still I stretch in the morning sun.

I'm fractured, but not broken.

I'm fractured, but I'm not broken up over you.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

When love dies it hurts. The only way to heal is to continue to live your life.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

It not only hurts when love dies but you find out the person you were in love with isn't who you thought... I like this piece, so well written and great flow.

[Jessica L Auster]

I loved the last line, it tied everything up.

"I thought your were a soft place to fall,"

Should "your" be changed to "you", or is it written like that on purpose?

Otherwise, good write....like always. hah.