someone.

she was a
free bird
with a broken
wing

waiting for
someone
with a fix

but even she knew
she wouldn’t
let just

someone

fix it.

Broken glass

I wake up
and all I hear
is breaking glass.

I am
down, deep in
South, but
the shattering brings me
back to life.

it seems
the silence of the
barren lands isn’t
holy enough

but don’t be afraid,
I’ll pick up
my sinful pieces, then
help you
gather yours.

Adjectives

the moment
i saw her
i knew
this one was
worth
a broken heart

for words have
stabbed
more hearts than
swords

and she was
what poetry
aspired to be.

chaotic. wild. and breathtaking.

It’s not easy

“I’m broken.”
She said.
“I’m hurt. Afraid.”

He looked into her eyes,
those beautiful eyes
that made the stars jealous
of the way they
shone

and said

“I’ve never met
a strong person
with an easy past.”