Like A Broken Teacup

Sitting on the shelf like a broken teacup

I go on despite these difficult moments

I run into myself with Irish green eyes and permanent white cheeks

I've endured the immensity of agony

I’ve turned down all those so-called hot lovers sulking in this yellow land

I wrestle with the ongoing struggles of this evil world

 

No…nobody can go backwards

You see, you and I were never meant to be

So...don't tell me your hurt is my fault

I’ve assessed these holes in my life-have you assessed yours?

 

It was a lifetime ago…forever gone in all that I was

In a curious way I’ve known the debris of myself ...

I’m more damaged than I care to admit

 

 

Here I am…pathetically sitting in the rubble of where my heart lives

A thin-skinned loner- a re-cycled me of who I used to be

I can't waver yet again, to take another chance at love

I've known too much time away from it all

So evident in the moment of my blinding conscience

Pondering the un-gentleness of things

That should have been beautiful...but were not

 

And so, I pick up the pieces of my broken soul

From a broken love that was never meant to be

I'm in for a new change of lifestyle - a new change of heart
A release of all those emotions that were tearing me down
The old life I knew, I threw away with the teacup
I got a new life, a new cup and I'm forgetting you and the past

 

By anne p murray...2011