Discarded On The Side

hmmmm

I let you use me
as you see fit
for as long as you need
disregarding my own
thoughts on all of this

Im not letting you inside
As much as it kills me
The wanting to share
my secrets with you,
I wont let you that close

My body is but a shell for you
My mind is not for your concern
Its 4 am, and here I sit
with thoughts stumbling over
each other, tripping along
the cracks of the ruined
sidewalk that lines the heart

Im sorry Im broken,
I think I can be mended
with time and ductape
though I dont think
you're the one to piece
me back together

Reviews

[NightWriter44]

You are still one of my favorites.

[al25]

Good job. Great poem its very real. Really liked your last stanza.

[Tomás Ó C..]

Those that break us are often not the ones to mend us...

[Bubo]

You write such strong emotional words, the fear of letting another close, the knowledge of feeling broken, and the use of language that creates great images,

Im sorry Im broken,
I think I can be mended
with time and ductape
though I dont think
you're the one to piece
me back together

The mental image of being put back together works beautifully, but such sorrow in your words, and the thought a barrier is kept in place to keep those who would love you out, its wonderful to see you back.