REbound

are you done crying your eyes out?

all the torn flesh, has the wounds dried up?

all the cheap kisses and hugs,

have they been used up?

those nights when you utter out a different name,

those days where texting them was just another game

how many of "the ones" have you found?

just to find out that it was just another rebound

next?

I stood ready,
My mind has made up its decision.
Its my life right, not somebody's
I stand with my choices be right or wrong
or an incision to the cranium

I'm the painter, I'm the caretaker, I'm the one who misbehaves here.
I choose not the right paths always but I made up for the selection of company that I made.
Life is always clear cut. It's us humans (humane or not) who add on the buts.
Just move on with life, just read through it and on with the next chapter.

Broken

Broken.

Her eyes shone a different light.
Though it was bright it was diffracted,
Peering into her soul that was shattered.

Her heart has gone through hell,
Ravaged by her abused trust,
A Deer in front of the headlights,
Dazed and confused,
Whether to lie or to trust.

It matters not what she has chosen,
It matters if she has ever forgiven.
Her heart is like that beautiful shattered glass,
Fragile, beautiful, something that you want to caress.

but alas, you can't. She has lost faith. She has lost trust.
She'll move on eventually but you'll never be there to see,
Such is the beauty of the women with the heart of a shattered glass.