I yearn for my own,
headstrong.
I'm no longer breaking.
We've cracked and
I've lost it on our journey.
It's stuck in between the mind games.
And, no,
please don't help me find it
and get it back.
It's all dead and
done,
all gone and
said. Twisted— We and us.
Since it broke,
I'm not broken
but maybe
even one whole.
As the pieces shatter,
I stand, reaching out,
but not to you.
I'm sorry to say
but a glue is what I seek
and that's up to me,
no other, not even you.
The elasticity
stretched too far, it's all too late.
I can't step back
as your side looms over my mind,
but I step aside
with my beating, growing,
healing soul.
I'm broke, but not broken.