Broken
Broken
Your eyes tell me stories of grief,
of heartbreaks that
come by often.
Your cells sing symphonies
of pain,
the music of your
occasional breakdowns.
You love,
get hurt and
love again.
You stay, leave,
come back and stay again.
You are weak with love or
anything vaguely similar.
You hope, believe and pray.
You stay,
you stay out of habit
You are broken.
You are broken in ways,
none could fathom.
You are lost,
so lost with no way out.