Broken

I thought I was your pool of endless love,

In reality, my soul is just the water you wash your hands in.

What I would give to feel like I was more than that?

To feel like I am to you what you are to me.

Only to feel. Not to be.

I am too scared of heights,

To be put in a pedestal as high as that.

Nor am I deserving.

I didn’t know how to love, I was only good at feeling.

What good are feelings to a man who has no heart?

What good is a heart to a man,

With a woman who keeps ripping it apart?

I know I keep complaining,

Even though I’m not new to this fire.

It’s just that it never hurt when you held on.

But I burn when you let me go.

© Abirami

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