I am too tired to weep
yet you coax a small smile
to adorn these lips like thief
You magical bastard you.
Now make books and love
bloom on bloody battlefields lost..

#brokenpoet2

And I was silent
And in the time of my silence
Many wrongs were done
Many were killed
And now I ask
Are not these hands too
Bathed in blood

#brokenpoet2

sometimes we must tilt our heads just slightly to catch the dust dancing in the sun,love

#Brokenpoet2

I have never hated
someone I once loved
for it would be a life deprived..
lived in only exhales..
and do no justice
to the memory of us..of when..

#brokenpoet2

and I remain
folded in quiet hands..

#brokenpoet2

I hated the stink of it all
small minds with empty gestures
large eyes with no souls
sitting on a bench
more bird shit than wood
in a grey drizzle of New York
and if I was lucky
giggling girls would pass wearing casual smiles
with thigh high boots
and I'd fucking swear Brahms was playing

#brokenpoet2 #narrativepoet

Pieces of sky in pockets
Tears under pillows
Trees pulling up roots
Oceans fleeing across sunsets
And I..
with a string
Trying to remember

#brokenpoet2

Why ? He asked

To save you. She replied

#poetry #brokenpoet2

Autumn and all the bittersweet lessons of letting go

#brokenpoet2 #poetry