Unloved.
Neglected.
Mistreated.
With love I recovered
all of her broken pieces.
With kisses I attempted
to heal her wounds.
But
trust never appeared,
her tears never ended.
How could I have known
she was broken
beyond repair.
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You see this broken man
life shattered me beyond
repair. Destiny kicked me.
Fate kept me down. Had my
heart broken a day after my
two year warranty ran out.
Everyone did the best they
could. Yet on certain days I
hurt so much I can barely sit.
Now I survive on a wing and
prayer because all my jigsaw
pieces no longer seem to fit.
I remember how it feels to
be in pieces. I realize that
I will never be brand new.
If you want me I could be
yours to love. If you don’t
mind all the tape and glue.
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Look at me I am a broken man
with a busted heart unglued
clinging to my fragmented parts
my warranty is no longer due
there you are a fractured woman
a hole has replaced your whole
you need a coronary jump start
or a sign that says damaged goods
we’d be a perfect imperfection
meeting on a misfit rendezvous
two interlocking jigsaw pieces
broken me and fractured you
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The Lonely Author 