Broken People

He broke her, but he was broken too.

When he smiled my heart would race. I had never seen a smile so genuine and kind.

I would never have guessed that those same lips could mutter words as cold as they did that frigid winter night. Words so frosty they made the winter snow melt in comparison.

I should have known. 

I should've shut him out the second I let my guard down. 

I was wrong to think he could fix me, that his touch and his smile could make me whole.

 I was wrong to think that maybe he would be with me, despite his girlfriend. 

The girl who I'm not sure he loved, or ever would. 

I think he's just as broken as I am and he's using her as a crutch to lay his weary ego. 

Just as I would have done to him. Neither of us is fully capable of love. 

We would spend one another like a gambler in a casino, 

left broke and anxious at the end of the night.

 So maybe it's a blessing that we will never be together, 

but blessings aren't supposed to leave you feeling empty inside.